“Sad Harlequin” by: Lladro
The moment of not-spring — is still
has no bold herald — just a date
in time
no upheaval in my earth’s crust
no disturbance of gravity
it’s mute
the moment of not-spring passes
as can the moment of not-love
unseen
they both pass by me — so quiet
no disruption — no disturbance
silent
but when I realized love died
the pain was so unbearable
I wailed
as it broke my earth wide open
and the stars fell from my heaven
sorrow
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
when I think back — I did not know
that I was losing you — my love
foolish
I should have spent more time with you
and less time building my ego
regret
such regret
*
rob kistner © 2022
More poetry at:dVerse
Regret, we all have a few of those. Like the way you rocked the form Rob
Much????lovr
Thank you Gillena… 🙂 …much love to you my friend!
You just described my decade as an Actor, all ego, little compassion. After 40 years I did some theater here, and that was a hoot; didn’t need make-up to play an old man. You kicked the prompt’s butt. The form faded under the awesome weighgt of your words and message.
I can do relate to chasing ego. That is what it was got me initially, on stage, fronting my band, people staring up, moving to the motion of my body, or the change in my voice — applause… it was s drug, and I was addicted. And the praise when coming off stage, the groupies, the posse of followers — being a lesser idol was exhilarating… but it distorted reality. Made me an asshole for a few years. But I got over it when a fellow band member OD’d at a party. I didn’t feel wuite so immortal after that. We sll grow up, though part of me is still resisting. 😉
This is incredibly deep and poignant, Rob! I especially resonate with; “the moment of not-spring passes as can the moment of not-love unseen.”
Thank you Sanaa, very much. The form felt awkward initially, but fell comfortably into place for me finally.
Ye gods….that hit….and as your words so eloquently say, with such rawness….those moments really hit, very, very much…brings memories flooding back….strongly, such a pity…
Some dude struttin’,loses his lady, says to me he wasn’t payin’ attention to the lady. Not cool! Thanks for visiting my friend… 🙂
‘Not-spring .. not-love’ ~~ quite the clever contractions!! You are a great story-teller. Well done, Rob.
Thank you Helen! 🙂
How sad to feel that regret and lose the love. I really like that reference to that moment of not-spring.
Thanks for joining in.
Ya’welcome Grace!
Rob, you evoked the blue of not-spring and the regret of not-love so well here, the feelings of powerlessness and forced waiting for what comes after the unpleasantness.
We are a world of waiting these days! 🙂
Very well-written, Rob!
Thank you Reena, strange form — but fun once you get into it with your personal style and touch!
Rob, I love that poem. The not-spring and not-love woked ewlly well. As as for the end — yes, you rocked this form!
Ahh, I can’t type today, “woked ewlly” should be “worked really”. I shouldn’t be allowed on a keyboard without close supervision!
Thank you Kim!
Thank you again Kim, I am pleased you liked this!
Regrets follow us all our life, isn’t it, Rob. You used the form beautifully.
Thank you Punam!
regret well penned down
Thsnk you Yeiko!
Fan friggin’ tastic, Rob. My entire self felt this one.
-David
Thank you David, I am pleased this resonated for you my friend…!
Those mistakes we make, and afterward there is just regret remaining… very strong poem
Thank you Bjorn!