With these rings, we said, "I do,"
Never planned to play the fool.
Too young to grasp loves weight,
Too blind to heed its rules.
We were D—drifting, never devoted.
We were I—insensible, inconsiderate.
We broke our Vows, splintered trust.
We were O—reckless, outrageous.
We were R—tangled, bitter root.
We were C—careless, never committed.
We were E—estranged, unraveling fast.
A word we swore would never be ours
became the silent sentence:
Divorce.
Too immature for love’s responsibility,
we fled into goodbye.
Categories:
inconsiderate, break up, courage, humanity,
Form: Other
So many apologies
Wiggling
Beneath your surface
Like worms
beneath the soil
Waiting
for the warm rains
Of forgiveness
I forgive you
For not noticing
For not waiting
For not loving
For not living
You were far too busy
To be bothered
by the stillness
Of your soul
Categories:
inconsiderate, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
The Inconsiderate Neighbor
By Elton Camp
It was two a.m. when I heard a knock
A visitor that early was surely a shock
To visit that early is extremely rude
Who could possibly be that crude!
I felt a considerable surge of alarm
Was it someone intending me harm?
Through the peephole I took a look
It was my neighbor, not some crook
But I won’t have anything mean to say
I was up playing my bagpipes anyway
Categories:
inconsiderate, humor,
Form: Rhyme
You’re always dragging on me--
got your sticky icky leavings all
pver the place,
any place most inconvenient.
Always kind of spooky, nervous
but defiant too, back up
step out, get nose to nose
as if to say you’re here for good.
I know it’s you, at night, tasting
my eyes, making me wiggle
and a little itchy
squirmy but never squished, somehow…
One day there’s one of you,
lurking in a corner, the next, a window,
under floorboards, cupboards, skittering
all over my floor and ceilings
and in my clothes so when I undress
there you are, sitting like a star
right on my breast. Okay. I needed that.
To scream. Whack at something
so terribly invasive, biting,
so terribly unobtrusive, until
you leave your icky sticky leavings
as bumps all over me. When
were you walking over me, in the dark
while I dreamed, taking over
saying I’m a leaving little spider left.
Categories:
inconsiderate, animal, betrayal, environment, giving,
Form: Quatrain
Trite and vain
Very contrary
Behold the irrelevant cliche
Categories:
inconsiderate, satire
Form: Haiku