Holy crap. It’s been over two months since I wrote a poem. I know I’ve written other things since then, but I also know that I’ve been slacking in the writing department lately. I guess I’ve been depressed since getting laid-off again. I’m not necessarily sad about it, but I have been stressed, a little lost and unmotivated. I’m pulling out of it little by little.

Today, I felt inspired to write the next poem in my archives! I already knew what I wanted it to be about. Recently, somebody who I no longer associate with tried to reach-out to me, and I couldn’t decide what to do. Being polite and reassuring this person that I’m fine and dandy was one option, and being a jerk and telling this person off was a more tempting one. In the end, I decided to not respond, so that person can just stew in silence and wonder if I forgive him/her and want to be friendly. Muahahaha. Anyways, I combined those feelings with this poetic form I made-up for a fridge poem back in February 2011. I even used the exact rhyming scheme from the original poem AND was more strict about the number of syllables per line. Yay me!

Ambiguity Confetti Grenade

Hostility has bred,
like Kudzu and no machete,
its roots sowed deep from being once betrayed,

A moment comes of dread,
an encounter when unready,
how will this awkward social scene be played?

So, silence is basically a passive aggressive party cannon of death! BOOOOM!

The high road’s just ahead,
to be kind, polite and steady,
but there’s no satisfaction in charades.

The urge to rage instead,
like a rabid, seething yeti,
will leave false joy that poisons you then fades.

Leave words they seek unsaid,
don’t assure, and don’t be petty,
Silence is deadlier than a grenade.

Let thoughts burst in their heads,
ambiguity confetti,
blockades the truth and slices like a blade.