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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.)
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4 comments:

  1. Pearl24 April 2009 at 22:48

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

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade24 April 2009 at 23:23

    A bit like a guilt trip one puts on oneself.

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  3. J Adamthwaite25 April 2009 at 08:50

    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. Rosemary Nissen-Wade25 April 2009 at 18:54

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

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