Dissonance (November Poem-A-Day: Day 1)

Write a matches poem. The matches could be sticks that make fire. Or it could be matches from a game. Or the verb of “to match.” Or as in the phrase “He’s not a good match for you.” Or whatever other match you can make.



Should I draw you a picture

or would words suffice

seeing how they get twisted

when you stop being nice


When laughter turns to silence

when eyes simply turn away

thirteen months ended up

being one hell of a price to pay


Should I leave you a snapshot

or an album of fading memories

seeing how our past would be erased

and replaced with falsified stories


The firm grip of vexation

I now leave behind

the haunting of your stern look

forever embedded in my mind.