What’s dead is dead;
And said is said.
It’s sad, so sad -
To think and dread -
Of what could’ve been had…
Instead.
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Author:
Rocky Lagou (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It’s 2am and I have been restless and unable to fall asleep. Fuck insomnia! 🤩 Anyways, here’s a little poem I wrote a few weeks ago. Contemplative with undertones of longing like always. It’s kind of become my brand at this point. Sending love and joy to any curious fellow reading this note 🤍
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Good to see you back Rocky.
Andy
Howdy there! Thanks so much, it’s always such a joy to come back online. It’s like seeing an old friend every time! Hope you’re doing well 🤍✨
A fave for the clever wording in this poem that makes sense but at the same time as sending its message does it in such a catchy alliteration and tongue twisting maneuver. Loved it.
Hello! Thxxx!! I am such an abuser of alliteration! I swear sometimes I feel like an old dog who can’t learn new tricks lol. I appreciate the love tho, hope you’re doing well 🤍
You are most welcome Rocky
Yes, many a time I've thought that.
What will be, will be.
Then she came back.
Hey glad you had a happy ending (or so it seems) lol! There’s so much I which that “could’ve been.” But sometimes we just need to take whatever life throws at us on the chin. Sending you warm regards ✨
I read this as a compact elegy for regret. The repetition (“dead is dead / said is said”) hammers home the finality of both actions and words, that once done, they can’t be taken back. What makes it sting is the turn at the end: the sadness isn’t only about loss, but about the phantom life that might have been lived “instead.” It’s a reminder that regret is often less about the past itself and more about the futures we’ll never get to see. 🕊️🙏
Wow. I am truly blown away and honored by this beautiful analysis of my poem. That is such an insightful and poignant take on it! I love this interpretation and, indeed, the firm repetition is supposed to echo in a haunting way and indicate this mournful view of the poem. Thanks so much for the wonderful comment, have a lovely day 🤍
Most welcome, Rocky. Good to have you back🕊️🙏🏻
I sometimes think our imagination is tragic, allows us to judge on what we think should be rather than what is...like the poem.
Definitely! the mind…constantly churning and burning. 💥 take care
Your little note states a plain and simple truth. Who amongst us hasn't been there? Looking forward to more pearls of wisdom, my friend.
Miss you so much Bella 🤍 always such a supporter and muse
Dear Rocky, I've been remiss in keeping up with my friends and for that I apologize. I've been away so long I hardly know how to begin. I miss all my friends at MPS and hope to get back one day. I've been dealing with sinus and migraine headaches since spring, the old brain gets quite foggy at times. Hopefully the specialists that I'm seeing will be able to come up with an antedote so I can return to the Magic Kingdom that I miss so much. I've checked every where on the internet and can't seem to find the Fairy Dust or a Magic Wand that can cure me, so I guess I'll just have to rely on medical science for now. Take good care my friend, Bella
Nice
Thxxx 🤍
Short and sweet. Nice ✍️
🤍
Contemplation and longing always leads to different avenues of thought of what could have been vs what is - and whether that would have been a better option 🤔
Hope you find/have found the right one
As much as the road has been long and meandering, I think it’s leading me in the right way. 🤍 wishing you well
Hi Rocky ...Missed your poems....
Hey!! Missed you too!! Wishing you the best ✨
OMG I LOVED IT SO TRUE
Ahhh thxxx 🤍🤍🤍
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