How to Say “I’m Sorry”

Day 17 – the prompt comes from our amazing Maxie Steer: How to_

Image credit: Emil Penchev

How to say I’m sorry

biting my lips, blinking sleepless eyes

they itch and sting with fear and foreboding;

twitches in my chest, mad butterflies

fluttering their crazy “hello’s”

in my veins,

with gritting teeth, and swooning heart

the shake in my knees

that I feel every time

I see I have to confess


All those are

small pebbles

compared to the huge abyss

I see

in my feet, I can’t cross the crevice

running in my mind

and see the dumb perspective,

the loony alphabet of misery,

explaining all the reasons why

this heart won’t run on water.

I love this pink champagne

and the bubbles

going on and off,

not saying “sorry”, or “forgive me”


Pink champagne is my excuse

to find a better use

to poetry

than writing manuals on

How to say “I’m sorry.”

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Apologies accepted, another Day 3

Let us continue poeming as the last minutes of Day 3 ticked away before I could post this. Here is my Third 3rd prompt for the day. It comes from Poetic Asides – apologetic or non-apologetic poem. I’m sorry or not.



My tired eyes

have said it all

Exhaustion’s grip has made me humble

My eyes of languor

and dreams of linger

apologise for staying longer

than time and patience

for which we had,

indeed, agreed.


© 2012 Mariya Koleva