{"id":139892,"date":"2023-09-03T01:46:44","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T05:46:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=139892"},"modified":"2023-09-03T01:46:44","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T05:46:44","slug":"prompt-16-a-dubious-apology","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/prompt-16-a-dubious-apology\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 16 – A Dubious Apology"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Image Courtesy of Pixabay<\/p>\n

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With words so sweet, a honeyed tone,<\/p>\n

My sister speaks, her contrite moan,<\/p>\n

But hidden well, beneath her guise,<\/p>\n

A subtle twist, veiled in her lies.<\/p>\n

“Dear sibling,” she begins to say,<\/p>\n

“I’m sorry for that fateful day,<\/p>\n

When words were harsh, and tempers flared,<\/p>\n

And your dear dog, I rudely stared.”<\/p>\n

Her voice, so gentle, feigned remorse,<\/p>\n

But watchful eyes, I stay on course,<\/p>\n

For in her tone, a subtle smirk,<\/p>\n

Her twisted scheme, a cunning quirk.<\/p>\n

“I never meant to cause offense,<\/p>\n

In my defense, I took no offense,<\/p>\n

Your dog’s just fine, he’s quite alright,<\/p>\n

A sturdy soul, despite the fight.”<\/p>\n

A backhanded “sorry,” I perceive,<\/p>\n

A dance of words, a web she’d weave,<\/p>\n

She feigns remorse with utmost grace,<\/p>\n

But in her heart, a different chase.<\/p>\n

Her apology, a sly charade,<\/p>\n

With hidden jabs, it’s well-played,<\/p>\n

For though she claims to make amends,<\/p>\n

Her true intent, she won’t amends.<\/p>\n

So, sister dear, I see your game,<\/p>\n

Your words may flicker like a flame,<\/p>\n

But I’ll protect my loyal friend,<\/p>\n

With love and care, until the end.<\/p>\n

Your apology, though thinly veiled,<\/p>\n

Will not leave me feeling derailed,<\/p>\n

For in my dog’s unwavering eyes,<\/p>\n

True love and trust, no need for lies.<\/p>\n

Antoinette LeRoux <\/strong>\u00a9 2023<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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