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This Is Just to Apologize

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Posted by Writing Prompter on 7.31.12

Write an epistolary poem in which you apologize to the recipient of the letter. Read “This Is Just to Say” by William Carlos Williams and “I Had Just Hung Up From Talking to You” by Jessica Greenbaum for two examples.

Reader Comments

  • Sonya Alecia says...

    Forgive me
    For not loving you enough
    To see that you were worth
    more. For ever child I've sheltered
    Every wrinkled hand I've held
    Every tear I've wiped
    Excluding you

    Forgive me
    For not standing up for you
    For not seeing who you are
    For not saving you from me

    Forgive me
    For wasting your time
    For making you wait
    For ignoring your gifts

    Forgive me
    For not loving you enough
    I did not know how
    Pardon me for ignoring your
    voice. And, let me love you now

    Forgive me

  • lavender.jk says...

    If I died in my sleep

    know that I loved you

    it was an accident

    you are the ones that kept me going

    you are the reason I am alive

    you are everything to me

    One with a twinkle

    the other with a smirk

    I love you both as much

    If I died in my sleep

    know that i loved you

    it was an accident

    we started over nothing

    tried our lives

    without much guidance

    Thought we knew it all

    did it all

    gave our all

    and yet, the enemy won

    If I died in my sleep

    know that I loved you

    it was an accident

    I gave up everything for you

    and wished for a dream

    but a dream not mine to keep

    a rebelious child indeed

    God is fair and just

    you belonged to Him

    If I died in my sleep

    know that I loved you

    it was an accident

    you came from nowhere

    niether my cup of tea

    you are the surprise

    of my life

    put a smile on my lips

    if I could just hold you 

    let you be mine

    would it have a chance?

    If I died in my sleep

    it was an accident

    p.s. I love you all

  • MichaelKerry says...


    If It Be To My Way

    By Michael Kerry

    ©  Oct 2010  -


    If it be as they say that we make our world

    In what manner we may, that for every wish

    Or each intent that we bring to bay,

    If nothing more than for the bent of our perceptions

    As so to shape our days to our own intentions,

    And thus to what inventions of mind, heart, and soul

    Would we fashion the course of our lives to our better ways


    Then let it be that I should paint before your hope

    What warm endearing hues for coming days would greet the heart

    From morning’s light till dusk of day in subtle shades,

    Its palette paid in peaceful dues, and so instill

    To thoughts of us in days of future come such sweet comfort

    That ere each morn t’would bring you to your waking

    With peaceful smile upon your face and love in expectation


    And let me pave as straight the ways where curled

    And gnarled emotions lay so foul the path before your feet

    That so would then impede your heart, its steps progressed

    For naught but slip and stagger o’er the current mournful stress,

    But smooth instead its passage e’er away from resentment’s rough road

    That every step which you would take might bring you to desire of heart

    And every new horizon met would lift it to contentment


    I humbly ask this lady’s grace forgive the waves

    Of tempest toss’d from past reflections futile borne

    What sore remains of errors made might haunt these days

    Or leave forlorn what kindly heart in gentle breast

    Did bring to this my waiting soul its living resolution,

    Its hopes and dreams lay waiting still, yet ever fresh

    As yesterday, when joyous mirth in memory did fill its breath


    What troubles lay before the heart, what clouded gray uncertainties

    Bring sorrows swift upon the spirit of day’s thoughts returned,

    What plight or quandary unresolved do dwell within at end of day

    In time not only pass away, but so become compassion’s purse

    Through loving ways of faith enduring, and tempered thus

    The love remains; the hopes, the dreams, the every sweet desire of heart

    Becomes fulfilled, its bounty full and realized in wings of lover’s soft embrace







  • ankit.indigenius@gmail.com says...



    I know you’re there…

    Somewhere out there,

    My eyes, so used to the darkness around,

    Can’t bear the light that shrouds you.


    The luster of purity gets too much to handle,

    Being the lesser mortal that I am…

    Beside himself with joy at his serendipity,

    Forgets to bow his head at times.


    Wasn’t it you who elevated me to this state?

    Granting me feathers which I deserved not…

    Now that you seem distant,

    These feathers deny supporting my weight

    As I try to fly to where you perch.


    I learn to bow my head once more,

    And ask for nothing but some pity.

    I plea for kindness from your heart,

    For yours is the abode of compassion.


    I bend my body with my hands together,

    Entreating for some mercy...

    For the river of grandeur that flows from you,

    Hath in it a benevolent measure.


    Wandering in this loneliness I brought unto myself,

    I hear voices which come from a distance

    Rebounding off marble walls in this darkness.

    I realize they are my shrieks,

    Which bear no news of you…


    All I want now is for you to take me back,

    Into those sunny fields of carefreeness,

    The white gown, the white linen,

    Of purity, of splendor…


    I stop dead, in the middle of nowhere,

    Bend my knees to the ground.

    Lifting my hands above my head,

    I wail for your healing touch…


    Remorse takes the form of tears,

    Which flow down incessantly…

    A mortal couldn’t form a river,

    Hence I collected them in my palms…

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