wishing wishes
for those days
when life made sense
thinking thoughts
that tear at me
for the things
I failed to be
how I do desire
the damp dreary days
of february
when my forlorned
fallen face
is commonplace
when no one intrudes
to question
what’s the matter
when they see
the tears I cry
no one asks me why
because all around
are caught up in the blues
oh if only
you could find it
in your heart
to forgive
this sadly lost
and broken man
who much too late
understands
he was a fool
and in his sorrow
understands
why you refuse
but how I wish
ill-tempered weather
would ensue
to drive the joyful
all around me
to indoor spaces
so I’d be spared
the pain
of smiling faces
and the bitter
bitter memory
of losing you
“the pain of smiling faces”
absolutely on target when one is consumed by loss.
Glad this resonated for you Xan… 🙂
Very nice poem of regret and loss. I especially liked the “thinking thoughts” emphasizing the pain of regret in the second stanza.
Thank you Frank!
OK, big guy, a third poem–what a burst of creativity, like poetic perpetual motion. This is literally crying the blues; but the polyptotons are evident, and the internal rhyming is killer.
Thank you Glenn. I am about to go back into the hospital again for my failing heart, so maybe subconsciously, this is my attempt to get it sll out there — while I still can?
Hi Rob,
I read your comment and I wanted to say I wish you well. I will be waiting to read your next poems.
PS – All will be fine when February comes…
(hugs) from a far….
Thank you True, I appreciate your kindness. I have confronted my heart issues for many years, through 3 heart attacks, 3 angioplasty operations, 5 stents, and a the implantation of a pacemaker, so I am not overwhelmed. I choose to live.
A very emotional piece, and you used the polyptotons really well!
Thank you RW.
Rob,
These lines definitely resonated with me.
“thinking thoughts
that tear at me
for the things
I failed to be”
It is so easy to be lost in our own head where there is no one to argue against the painful thoughts. Do you find writing poetry to be a way of coping with life?
I am pleased this touched you Ali. Yes, I use my poetry to work through inner turmoil, sort out issues that are gripping me, express some deeply felt frustration — and basically remain sane in sn insane world.
Oh the sadness of being left.
Can be devastating Björn, especially if you understand your errors that contributed to the situation.
An eloquent expression of love lost. I’m sending healing vibes for the hospital visit. God guard you, my talented friend!.
Thsnk you Bev, I accept and genuinely appreciate your vibes. 🙂
This resonates with me, Rob. It’s a mind worm, an insoluble dilemma that can, at best, one can be distracted from in varying lengths of time.
I am glad this touched you Lisa. 🙂
Wishing you the best Rob.
Your expression of regrets is one we all know in some form. It’s a spiral with no exit.
Thank you Kerfe!m:-)