The Error of My Ways

My rendition of my inner self.Graphite on canvas.

 

Every sweet life flowers golden

mixing old colors in with the new

Creating a wonderful child each time

of a mixed ever changing hue

 

My life has been both heartache

along by spirits of love in rain

Tossed up around and foundered

with the dreams I cannot attain

 

As I recall the lost soft beauty

of aching spirits in still delight

I looked to God's sweet Heaven

with thoughts that stir the night

 

For life's time waits on none of us

it masters fate with earnest callous

Caring for none in favored mercy

helping not whom it shows malice

 

But I shall have known wisdom

with his brother mighty pain

As my friends they so haunt me

with joys I'll never know again

 

I walked the earth so emboldened

in my brazen younger days

That I missed chances so golden

for the poor error of my ways

 

 

Author's Note

I'm sure given the same circumstances and life. I would do the same things again. Such is the truth of humanity. We do not think much on the truths of life until we are made to. If only we could live life backwards. I think I would like to be Benjamin Button.
Tate

Reviews

[Stacey]

This is a very tender verse....and again BRAVO on song choice:) Time waits for no one is so very true, when you added "it masters fate with earnest callous" you set the tone of this write beautifully. All the times we hurt, hurt another or tumble and fall on our path I think is what makes the rest of our journey a wonderful ride and pleasant to the soles of our feet. I would love go back in time and right some wrongs, but then again if I did not have those experiences I would not be the wise woman I am today. Wonderful write!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Great note - no regrets. Very moving write - I like your use of color and rhythm in this work! Going in my favorites. Thanks so much for sharing your immense talent! The ending is spot on!
Love and Light,
Siddartha

[Alicante lullaby]

There are some errors we want to repeat again and again.reflective piece here...

[Tina Kline]

We'd like to think we'd do things differently, I do, but perhaps you're
right. We'd probably do everything the same unless we could retain
our memories of the other time we started down this path. Another
brilliant write!

[little lily Bride of Ch..]

very beautiful seems we all go though this we wonder what it would be like if we did things differnetly but the pain i went through gave me great wisdom and the things i had to indure, but being grown adults it gives us greta wisdom and we do them differnetly cause we are grown and more wiser in our years no matter our age. Nice Work! clap clap

[Charles]

This poem is up to your usual standard for rhymes... even the rather irregular callous/malice works (only someone comfortable with rhymes would put this one forward). The line 'along by spirits of love in rain' is a bit rough, I think. And, I don't understand 'for aching spirit in still delight.' I do like the analogy of 'brother pain' and the idea that wisdom carries with it some pain. Good. :-)

[Isericanormal]

Beautiful :)) i LOVEE it soo very much.

[emma]

Reflecting on our pasts can often be bitter sweet, but every moment of our past, every joy and mistake gives us wisdom and influences who we are today. Had we chosen a different path we would no doubt be a different person.
I really enjoyed reading and reflecting on this, thank you x

[Truly Ross-Wisehart]

A very nicely worded reflection. I think, in the end, the wise man knows that he would do it all again given the same circumstances. Well done.

~True

[BrokenStaR]

i don't know why.. but that made me sad.. all of a sudden..
it's a good piece tho :)