A HUMBLE OLIVE BRANCH

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JOURNAL #39

ah with so readily much
I sneakily absconded
and all from the mere confines
of a hastily tacked up
last minute photograph
for which
I did nothing to deserve
your electronic olive branch
of sorts
actually
a near fool felt I
for my guarded report to you
of prior interactions with much lessers
whether I was previously
overly flattered or meanly attacked
before by nameless others
my reasoning was clouded
so I must make amends
I was blithe
like an argumentative Jenny
in the book/movie Love Story
too glib and counter intuitive
for my own good
and some guilt did come to sit
in the immediate aftermath
from the selfless offering of the offerer
such was you
please note that
of us two
you stood far taller atop the shoulders
of your own innately good character
I should have recognized that
I was unfair
you deserve a far better mind and
intellect to encounter
so this poem is my first of two olive branches
in return for your eye catching
and thought imprinting/parting words
for your good faith gift
and honest commentary
you deserve too
to see
the woman I see as myself
ere me
thank you for your resilient wit
and the encounter
you/he who is
so self addmittedly shy
made happen
I hope my words today
as thus
have not further tainted
your view
you taught this
over thinking chatter a
valuable lesson
that trust must always be
a semi blind issue
when meeting someone new..............
(Dec. 22, 2010 825am )

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for a very nice person I met who posted me a message in one of the messengers. We had a truly lovey and witty conversation but I am not one who easily hands over a photograph to someone I am chatting with especially during a first chat and this person was very nice and a top notch good character so this was my apology to them at the end of the chat when they shared their own pic trustingly with me (even though I never requested it) and revealed that normally they never converse so long with a person they cannot see by way of a cam or a pic. That fed into my guilt somewhat as I later pondered the last bits of the conversation so this poem was born and I did share it with the person for whom it was written. My apology ere humble olive branch you might say to them and I am happy to convey it was received in the vein for which it was sent that of humble friendship and honest apology.

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