2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 23

For today’s prompt, write an apology poem. I’m sorry, but I don’t have anything to add to what this type of poem might entail.


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Here’s my attempt at an Apology poem:


Marcus jumped up from his dream rattled and shaky.
In it, he saw Jesse, but he wasn’t Jesse, not quite;
and he saw Clara, but she wasn’t quite Clara; and
Marcus was being chased by both (though not quite
both) of them through most of the dream…until…
he actually had to hunt for them…and…to kill.

It took a while for the room around him to grow
still. Marcus jumped at every shadow that didn’t
move, every noise that didn’t sound. A distant
train whistle about made him yelp. The dream
felt so real, and he had a hammer, along with
a wooden stake. He was looking at Jesse,

saying to Clara, “I’m so sorry. I don’t want to
do this. I’m sorry, but I have to kill you.”


roberttwitterimageRobert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of the poetry collection, Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). He edits Poet’s Market and Writer’s Market, in addition to writing a free weekly WritersMarket.com newsletter and a poetry column for Writer’s Digest magazine.

This is his eighth year of hosting and participating in the November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Chapbook Challenge. He can’t wait to see what everyone creates this month–not only on a day-by-day basis, but when the chapbooks start arriving in December and January. Fun, fun, fun.

Follow him on Twitter @robertleebrewer.


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123 thoughts on “2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 23

  1. tobysgirl

    Dear Mom,

    I’m sorry that at eighteen months of age I kicked you
    when you brought my brother home;
    that when I was five I cut my bangs before picture day,
    that I hated wearing dresses, especially that red corduroy one,
    that I stopped holding your hand when I was nine (I remember the day, do you?),
    that I stopped talking to you when I became a teenager,
    that I ran away from home at 17, breaking your heart and any trust you held for me,
    that I stole your bicentennial quarters to buy cigarettes and beer with my friends,
    that I got pregnant and ignored your advice,
    that all along I believed I knew more than you.

    I’m sorry I acted like I didn’t need you, because I did.
    I was envious, and I still am, of other girls’ relationships with their mothers.
    I’m sorry that all we do when we see each other is talk about my daughter
    and my sisters and brothers
    because there is nothing to be said about us.

    I’m sorry I’m still a problem child.

  2. lsteadly

    An Apology to Tango

    Some days are heavy with the memory
    of you a flash of white paws sans claws
    chasing geckos across the cement wall
    or stretching luxuriously up to the hot sky
    as you rolled in dry yard dirt changing
    your black coat to dust

    How you loved to curl close
    to our son, the day’s adventures spent
    tail in tiny hand continued in dream
    time entwined on the bed

    I am so deeply sorry your journey
    with us did not last
    nine loves lost too early along our way
    oh, how you would have loved
    chasing the mice here

  3. Sally Jadlow

    Apology Poem


    I’m so sorry I left the turkey in the trunk
    when I came home from the store.
    I don’t know how I could have missed
    bringing it in.
    Guess I have too much on my mind.
    I promise I’ll never do it again.
    Next time I’ll put a note on the steering wheel.
    That way I’ll not forget—honest.

    Besides, I really don’t like turkey anyway.

  4. SarahLeaSales

    Words Matter

    She was sorry she ever lied,
    for because of her,
    the lie became a truth.

    She was sorry she was ever truthful,
    for because of her,
    the truth had unintended consequences.

    She was sorry she ever said anything,
    and for saying nothing at all,
    for bearing false witness of herself and others,
    for not bearing true witness,
    for placing the innocent with the guilty—
    the latter a far greater error according
    to the Ninth Commandment.


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