some decisions are so worth weighing that we spend a lifetime not making them
Tag: Regret
lying awake
she lies awake and wonders where it went
the glow that once surrounded who she was
for all the hidden talents she’s misspent
for random choices, lacking a “because”
in stillness now, she thinks of one mistake
her mother’s eyes with tears were dabbed and flecked
for all that woman’s faults, for goodness sake
she didn’t merit wanton disrespect
but now, her mother gone beyond her reach
the tears beset her eyes, and she feels shame
the lessons only loneliness can teach
when there is no one else that’s left to blame
but she’s no worse than most: it’s how she’s built
to lie awake awash in waves of guilt
To share is human:
The Last Chalice
I am a king here with my brew:
A king who has no need of you.
When I can press my lips to this
What need of I for your lost kiss?
A castle I will call this bar:
My minions, come from near and far,
Are here to drink with me and know
That we can still be high when low,
And reign over each cup and crumb,
And give in to the cold and numb —
With this last chalice, we will toast
What we let go, but still
Love most
To share is human:
fragility
she broke out in fragility,
twas written on her face –
the best of her ability
was covered, just in case
the last romance of circumstance
should ever come to call –
(one should not have a viewing
of this type of thing at all)
the life of harboring her thoughts
seemed right and good and plenty –
she’d lived like this for many years,
since she was maybe twenty –
but dangerous as it might seem
she knew no other way
(if asked her own opinion
heaven knows what she might say)
and so the journey to regret
she boarded faithfully:
while taking careful notice of
the small press gallery
who sat and looked for others and
in silence passed her by;
she had a dim remembrance
of another day and time
where she would shine at times, and so
she shudders now and then –
before she became fragile
oh, the girl she might have been
and still might be if careless –
her own thoughts she might then quote –
but she broke out in fragile once
and that was all
she wrote
To share is human:
Return Policy
It seems she’s having second thoughts
And third thoughts
And fourth thoughts
About decisions she has made
And unmade
And remade
And everything that she desired
And longed for
And struggled for
Turns out, it all came at a price
And she might want
Her money back
To share is human:
The Weight of Memory
I woke this morning heavy in the thought
Of what it was when you were in the room;
And though these many years have changes wrought,
Your scent’s still in the air, your presence felt.
The dead still brushing by me in my day
With more of wistfulness than nearing doom:
As sense and mem’ry twine in interplay,
Amid the daily cards that I am dealt.
But how you shaped me those long years ago,
The threads of yours that weaved into my loom,
These make up who I am – and will, although
The solar heat of age my mind will melt.
I hope, amid my soul’s infirmity
That you’re not disappointed, now, with me
(“The Weight of Memory” – 7-14-2015)
To share is human:
If Memory Was Made of Glass
If memory was made of glass,
And I could see right through,
Perhaps I’d see it clearly: how
It’s always been with you
Perhaps then I could understand
What led you to each choice:
The demons on your shoulder, and
Your broken inner voice
But such has not been mine, as yet –
Clear-sighted memory –
And so I search these waters for
Some bit
Of clarity
To share is human:
An Echo In The Forest
An echo in the forest
From across a far ravine;
The last words that you said to me
In memory still green
An echo in the forest
That my lonesome ears discern:
The sound of your departing
Knowing you would not
Return
To share is human:
Accepting
She opened up a single empty box
That held her happy memories within,
And saw the mere projection of her hope
That had become more real than earthly him –
She sat out on the highway of remorse,
And stared out at the blue and distant sea;
Accepting, underneath the glaring sun,
The hope she’d held was just
Illusory
[The author of this blog would like to assure everyone that no photo models were harmed in the taking of the attached photo, I think. – Owen]
