Yep, almost two whole weeks into it already! And I have to take a moment here to say a humble "thanks". Yep, thanks to all of you who have offered words of encouragement, advice, thoughts on poetry, and just have come along on this journey thus far. Seriously, it's been fun for me, and knowing that some people are reading along really makes it special, so thanks to all of you!
But let's get on with it all, shall we?
Regret
Tired and old,
decrepit and weary,
a life spent wasted on the business of doing.
Bigger better strong faster upward onward never-look-back,
forgetting who got you there
in the hopes of erasing the past.
Until, in the deep moment, the dead of night,
clothed in the velvety blackness and quiet of the self,
we remember and take stock,
How quickly we put it behind us again when we wake and see
the neighbor has a new car.
Mine is rusty.
1 comment:
Why hide anything? I really liked this poem. The structure, the pacing, most of the word choice, all really made for a great reading experience. This may not be a Swiss-watch kind of poem that gets anthologized and analyzed in introductory English class, but it's the kind people return to as a personal favorite. I think the strongest aspect of this is actual the pacing of this, the tempo. I actually read this one out loud and had fun doing so. Not all your poems have lent themselves to this kind of approach, for better or worse, but this one is very approachable. Nice job on the coda, too.
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