Stirring Darkly
February 19, 2013 at 11:09 am (history, literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, sociology, Stories) (diving, fear, journey, life, memories, regret experience, retrospect, rhyming, sea)
Though on the surface splashes only briny wave;
there is one regret,
stirring darkly in the deepest corner of a cave.
.
Though I pull my eyes from the oily fear I find;
there is yet something,
scratching saline places hidden well and left behind.
.
If I might switch and dive my life to swim again;
on that returning tide,
I would void my lungs to wipe away one dreadful stain.
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unfetteredbs said,
February 20, 2013 at 1:28 am
hard to let it go and yet it helps make us who we are, no?
Julia Dean-Richards said,
February 20, 2013 at 8:39 am
Yes, but how many consequences of an act are as yet unknown?
unfetteredbs said,
February 20, 2013 at 9:35 am
True. But there lies the ” letting go” ? Regrets can eat at you
Subhan Zein said,
February 27, 2013 at 9:06 am
You had me at the title, thanks for sharing this, Julia.
reiterzblog said,
February 28, 2013 at 1:15 pm
Late on parade as usual, but I did like this. I don’t have many regrets but there are one or two. Generally about wishing I’d thought of myself rather than others
reiterzblog said,
February 28, 2013 at 1:16 pm
Oh yeah, it’s your old mate NRM, but I’m logged into another account
Julia Dean-Richards said,
February 28, 2013 at 1:19 pm
I saw your pic and came running from the back of my cave. Cuppa tea?
reiterzblog said,
March 6, 2013 at 10:44 am
I don’t suppose the kettle’s still on is it?
😉
Julia Dean-Richards said,
March 6, 2013 at 4:36 pm
always
Julia Dean-Richards said,
February 28, 2013 at 1:22 pm
and does what goes around come around?