Regret – regret – a dreaded thought
the solitude of soul
desired by the darkest cloud
a lonely place to grow
The fence impaled slowly –
a gradual affect
barely noticed by the throng
unlikely to reflect
The light that glistened on the sea
the sun – it stayed to watch
the dance planned out so carefully
then – suddenly – it stopped
Regret – regret – I’ve had my share
but none that last ‘til day
the presence of forgiveness be –
immortal in its stay.
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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