“Forgive me” said a thousand times in poetry could be a song of true repent. But alas in reality of life, “forgive me” always come out diluted, loss of meaning lies in the repeated sins. “Forgive me”, I say again and yet again. “Forgive me” and I love you so, becoming platitudes, a nothingness like the boy who cried wolf. Forgive me this, forgive me that, means nothing now. So the day I really need forgiveness, only emptiness of hope remains. Repetition of offenses can never been forgiven just by asking: “Forgive me”. So save the precious words of asking for forgiveness till it’s really needed, just like the boy who cried wolf.
Her lying words repeated turn blooms withering from too much water.
Today at dVerse Poetics Karin asks us to consider repetitions in lines and/or repeated experience. I liked the prose poetry so I decided to repeat that, but added an american sentence to make my little version of haibun. I’m back home again after a few days in California.