Regret

Regret

I cannot proclaim the day as mine for indeed it is not!

I no more control the roll of life's die than I do the English climate.

The dead leaves that fall from my tears are carried on a crisp,

biting Northeast wind that paints it's frost upon my weary eyelids,

sealing them tight shut.

Squeezing out the light of my ended summer,

I retreat into the darkest corner of my soul

to hibernate among the soothing songs of my heart,

hoping that soon the thaw will come to warm my aged,

cracked bones and break the pack ice that holds me fast.

 

27/10/13

Author's Note

Reviews

[Dreamer]

Very well penned, John. Loved the wording, it was a very enjoyable read.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Dreamer.

[Dreamer]

you're very welcome!

[Jack...]

John, my friend. This was so very well done. I think most of us would like to hide out in a warm dark place until winter's grip loosens a bit and springtime wakes us with the glow of a new sun. Very nicely done.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thanks Jack. Still trying to ease back into WC!

[Jack...]

It should be a little easier now.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Are you referring to he who cannot be named lol?

[Jack...]

Yep.......

[Robbie~xoxo~]

"to hibernate among the soothing songs of my heart,
hoping that soon the thaw will come
to warm my aged, cracked bones
and break the pack ice that holds me fast."~ I felt the angst in this write, John...
You expressed the weathered regret to perfection. Well penned!~xoxo~

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Robbie

[AYVID N]

I feel so cold reading this...the chill seeping through my bones. I hope warmer days return soon and bring sunnier moods along with them. A very effective poem, it conveys the winter blues beautifully. Excellent John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Divya, winter blues or being alone and disappointed and untrusting, perhaps taken from my experiences but I assure you it is simply poetry.

[AYVID N]

You are welcome John :)