Oh so often we apologize
Just to make amends,
Or avoid being chastised
We effort find portend,
Till failing begs apprise
We seek impede condemn,
Fated waning enterprise
Of which we learn contend,
As time gorges on our pride
That leaves but dust to mend,
With a soupçon of recall guise
For the loss of once held friend,
With otiose apologies to expiate demise!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a Canapé 
So true about apologizing to make amends. Excellent poem.
Thank you Paulette, for your ongoing support, and encouragement.
Jean-Jacques
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It’s good to see you back. Hugs to you, Marianne, & your fur baby.
Thank you, it’s good to be partly back, and hopefully more so once my new book in final stages is complete.
Jean-Jacques Fournier
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Clanmother commented on “ Apologies ”- to expiate demise –
“Just to make amends,
Or avoid being chastised
We effort find portend,”
The act of apologizing is complex for behind the words can be a broad range of emotions and motivations as noted in your poetry. A contrite heart is the basic for authentic remorse and the first step to healing. Always a joy to stop by, Jean-Jacques.
Thank you Rebecca,
I always look forward to your views and comments on my reflections, and have never been disappointed. Thank you again for this fertile comment.
Thus so, once more you have very well highlighted the purpose and intent of this “Apologies” scribble. Alas, and hopefully, they for whom the hat fits will find sufficient inspiration in my musings, so as to not be the subject looser, or an inconsiderate imposer of unnecessary apologies.
Jean-Jacques
You have done it again, dear Jean-Jacques: Composing a poem of your exceptional creative talent. (I miss being here, by the way . . . just so that you have heard it from me, and not through the grapevines.) My best wishes for you and yours, as always.
Thank you for your always welcoming comments. The encouragement that is feed for we humble scribblers. Jean-Jacques
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