Tag Archives: regret

Glowing in the Afterhurt

Once I gilted lilies in the hope of yet in spite and even though and still because of it there wasn’t much of either then (things unknown after this now, like lips surrounding ashless breathing, hands that seemed to fit … Continue reading

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Socrates

Each grain of sand that populates the endless span of shore seems to be some small answer, yet implies that there is more to knowing than to learn by rote some formulas or rules; and when compared to the wide … Continue reading

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Short Subject

So much to say With words, and yet Each one is edged With some regret That says, I will But soon forgets And then, at night Wakes in a sweat From dreams of things not happened yet And spends the … Continue reading

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Questions of Love

Call it bad timing, a season of doubt Days turn to months while you figure it out Some expectations are better as dreams Reality’s never as clear as it seems Call it poor judgement from weak evidence You’ll find a … Continue reading

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Nothing of the Fall

Spring doesn’t know summer; it’s just risen from the dead. After all that time in winter, it would rather play instead. Spring doesn’t know summer, but it gets there anyway: every stormy April morning leads to afternoon in May. But … Continue reading

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Into Independence Blues

Feelin’ in my bones I just can’t shake these lonesome blues Standin’ at the crossroads thinkin’ either way I lose If I leave that girl in Birmingham the fault will just be mine But things will be no better done … Continue reading

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Half a Score

This decade slipped by faster than the ones before; the moments made of smaller, finer stuff. The days turn into months, each year turns into four, and often there just doesn’t seem to be enough time to keep in focus … Continue reading

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