They, speak of loneliness to a wannabe poet
I smile and simply, nod along
They, think me demeaning
Blameless, we each : stare
across our / divide;
Stubbornness, is a learnt - heritage
first, of life’s survivalist requirements
see, either we fracture and wait-it-out or break
and those who-
break,
realise it’s far too-
late
to escape, since
all that’s left
is voided, by belated: regret…
© L. B. Mek
October 2021
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Comments9
Ah, but..... my poetic friend... regrets make for great poetry.
Amen!
Mmm what's all this , wannabe poet, I would certainly not put you in that category
Dearest Mek I have learnt through my writing just how many regrets I may have, yet they are not regrets simply because they are? LoL do you get that, go on my friend with your head held high, without the life we have all had we wouldn't have anything to write about right,? As ever a beautiful reflective poem. X
'yet they are not regrets
simply because they are?'..
very wise words, dear Poetess
labelling all of our past if's and but's, as regret
doesn't do them justice, some are - genuinely
but others are the lessons, we've been gifted
waiting for our awareness to mature
and our acceptance, of our worth
to equate, to the receipts in that baggage we carry
till we climb that next heal-top, shedding point
and we can lessen those weighty worries
by realising the lessons in our mistakes...
(I read and learn, my friend
thank you!)
So true LBM, and written in your beautiful style.
JP
nice! glad you liked the read
thank you for the supportive comment, dear poet
I was very tempted just to cut & paste Dusk Arising's perfect review note .. but then checked myself when the thought scribes & poets write plagiarists & forgers cut n paste ... right .................. interesting form & the message is spot on ... plus what Dusk Arising said again for good measure .. N 🙂
😄
ah hyung, trust you
to notice and highlighting the form
I had a little fun with this one,
thank you!
another poem full of emotion L.B.
and one to savour;
and save;
(it's crazy, to me
how much more emotional we become
on behalf of those close to us
than ourselves?!)
I think, within that aspect of our reality
exists, some comprehension
to why love
is such a powerful influence, in our lives
whether positive or negative..
truly appreciate your insightful comment
and supportive gesture of kindness, my friend
Regrets are heavier than loss
Indeed a lot of regrets I carry myself
But soon to realise I don’t wish to live the rest with anymore regrets
The poetry is striking the chords
Nice one dear poet
what a wonderful summarizing
of my humble scribble, dear poet
thank you!
Thanks so much dear poet
I feel lucky to be a reader to your poetry
Which are covered with insights
Providing me advice
While I stand at junctures of life
Those regrets can always be overcome by a positive mind Mek.
Andy
Couldn’t agree more. The wonderful world of positive thinking is key.
A great thought provoking read.
it sure can, Andy
but we are fallible creatures by default
and so sometimes
we're allowed to stumble and allow ourselves
to feel those bruises, we work so hard
to keep repressed..
thank you for the wise advise, dear poet
Regrets they have whispered to my soul,
but whether I’ve broken or not, Loneliness
always whips me slowly
its that one two, punch combo
it feels inevitable, that we have to traverse
across one, to move-on from the other..
still if we recognise our feelings and emotions
its that little easier to face them
and move-on, from them..
thank you for wording your understanding
so sincere, dear poet
Nicely penned!
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