I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')


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24 April 2009

Regret (April Challenge 23)

Remarkably, I seem to have moved past it
Even though I’ve had much occasion for it.
Goddess witness, I’m an imperfect woman
Regrettably (sic) being only human.
Even so – I have sorrows enough, and yet
They are deeper and truer than useless regret.

(Obviously, today's prompt is: Regret.)

4 comments:

  1. sorrows deeper than useless regret... there is something contrivedly social about regret, isn't there.

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  2. A bit like a guilt trip one puts on oneself.

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  3. I'm impressed that you have shaped an acrostic poem that could easily not be an acrostic poem (if that makes sense!) Normally I find them far too forced... not so with this one.

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  4. Thanks Jenny, I know just what you mean. I was pleased that this one worked regardless. :)

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