no tears
no crying
for the loss
where moments
lived
recline
feet up
pipe in hand
pondering
your present
worries
all your
woes
it knows
as no other knows
present fades
into
recumbent
retiree
it doesn’t last
these things, too, pass
Tag: regrets
Brief Pause for Lost Cause
More care to give than I can give
I cannot,
A pause on lifeline of lost cause,
Regrets, mourned in passing
Demise, Ah poor fate,
Dead loss, god rest it, unpause.
Interred by own hand,
DNR’d, by request,
CPR, though offered, refused,
Cannot care more than dead loss for itself,
Paused briefly, now go on,
Cause choose.
Regrets
Non, rien de rien,
Non, je ne regrette rien,
She sang.
I concur.
Life’s rocking chair test
will tease the past
in days to come.
I’ll hum the tune
and wonder why
I did not do,
embrace,
risk,
jump.
I’ll speculate on
chances lost,
a life less well-lived,
moments that fled
before me
while I weighed the pros and cons.
Glimpses of might have beens
and could have, should haves
will torment my cowardly soul.
But, for those times
when I did,
when I grasped
the horns,
let them pierce,
rode the bull,
let it throw me
high,
crazily,
wildly
to tumble hurt
on dusty ground,
audience baying
or applauding,
I’ll be glad;
regretting only
the days I waved
white flag,
not red
and bled
inside,
gored
by fear.
From The Start
I was just making dinner. And then out pops this little lot. The whole thing feels more like a song than a poem. Although what is a song if not a poem set to music? I’m not editing this at all. Just as it came. And now humming a tune that may fit. Wish I played guitar. Have to let the subconscious work on a melody. Hope it doesn’t feel too cheesy. That might be because of what I’m cooking. 😉
There’s history there for the taking,
We made it but let it grow cold.
Not one of those words I was faking
Tho’ the story is one often told.
Two souls that united but parted
While around us stormy winds blew.
How could I have known when it started
How much I’d grow to love you?
Now the breeze is balmy and steady
But the hurt lives on in my heart.
Tell me, my love, that you’re ready
To try again, make a new start.
No one can hurt like a lover
When the scars, though they fade, still ache.
There never will be another
While there’s a chance we may take.
Believe in the story that grew then,
Remember the times that we shared.
Take comfort in knowing you’re still chosen
And nothing can make me feel scared.
Now the breeze is balmy and steady
But the hurt lives on in my heart.
Tell me, my love, that you’re ready
To try again, make a new start.
How many loves have been lost to
Stories begun but collapsed
In a world where true love is too few
And questions are filled with perhaps?
Now I’m just a lost, lonely lover
With a story to tell just like you,
Secrets that some may uncover,
No story when love is still true.
For the breeze is balmy but steady
And our hurts live on in my heart
But I’m telling you, darling, I’m ready
To live again right from the start.
Procrastination
Speak
Words of comfort,
Think
Before beginning
Or ending.
Enlist
Deepest thoughts
And heart’s belief.
Imagine
Loss so great.
No time
To repent
Words
And actions.
Regret
To grief.
Now.
Not later
Or tomorrow.
Time slips
Away.
Opportunities
Lost,
To this thief.
No Regrets
Ponder those moments
Gone, not forgotten
Smile at the memories they bring
Cry when you’re happy
Laugh when you’re sad
Try your best just to sing –
Of hope and of wonder
Of faith and of love
Of joy sent from God
In awe of above.
Hindsight, a tool
To reflect what a fool
Regrets of life that is past
Today is pneumatic,
Energetic, ecstatic
Feel the force, feel the drive,
Make it last.
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