Kelly - we must that God that our memories, at times, aren't as good as we would like them to be. I shudder to think of the untold sadness I have brought to those I loved and still love. Thankfully there is such a thing as forgiveness and in so many instances I have been given it.
Missed opportunities never come again and you have captured very poetically and superbly the regretful feelings left when we miss an opportunity. I console myself by thinking that whatever the opportunity was that it was not for me, if it was meant for me, I would not have missed it and that brings both comfort and consolation. Eloquently quilling, Kelley! Lovely work! Thank you for sharing...
dear Kelly... we are born with a Spirit yearning to be free...
perhaps by Decree. We were originally given Nature to help us Survive... Now we have Destroyed so much within a short Time. We need a Wake-up Call.
Only Poetry can resurrect our Heart. softly, Pat
Posted 7 Months Ago
7 Months Ago
Poetry can resurrect our heart. Absolutely. Thank God for that! Thank you, Pat!
Kelly,
One of my very best friends in the world turned traitor and move from Dixie to New York City! She left me with unspoken sadness. When I think of her brilliance and gusto. We were never lovers, but I think of her as an opportunity lost... I am still trying to come to terms with the fact that feelings are rarely lucid. Unlike dreams, forsooth.
Vol
Posted 7 Months Ago
7 Months Ago
Never being lovers doesn't omit the fact that we fall in love. Sometimes blissfully, sometimes trag.. read moreNever being lovers doesn't omit the fact that we fall in love. Sometimes blissfully, sometimes tragically. Fortunately, the pain becomes a catalyst, which can be good for the soul of a poet. Thank you, Vol!
7 Months Ago
Kelly,
Hahahaha...
As old as I am, you'd think I'd have some kind of grasp... But NO! .. read moreKelly,
Hahahaha...
As old as I am, you'd think I'd have some kind of grasp... But NO! I have met so many women in my life who are brilliant at whatever they do, who ore full of the kind of soul food I need, who understand better than I do the things most important to my need for insight and wisdom, who laugh out loud, drink longnecks straight from the bottle, bourbon neat and roll their own cigarettes... who take a slap on the back as easily as a hug... all of whom I've kept at arm's length because I loved my wife more. I hope when I die, if I can look back, I am not sorry.
They were my best friends across many tables and bot long times. Some were even poets.
Vol