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')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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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.)


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

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

  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.

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