Regrets two, ( I've had a few )

Last night

the caressing tenderness

of the first date kiss

with the angst

and doubt

of memories had

in moonlight

the urge to touch

was far too strong

and you were so ...

so f*****g beautiful

that my heart

sank to hell

and died, because

I could not, would not try

and yes,

chose the easy way

of the bottle of wine

and the empty nights

and was

my fathers boy

and did not enjoy

the taste it left

when my wine was done

I loved you

and despite my sins

I love you still

Reviews

[Eilis]

I like the nod to Sinatra in the title. Though I'd reckon there's a bit more earnestness in this poem than in My Way. But who knows.

What I like about your poems is that you often come at us with common experiences, but then you turn them into some kind of grand moment with some turn of phrase or way of framing that makes them feel like once in a lifetime moments. But, that's the thing, I guess. All moments are once in a lifetime. Even if we live similar forms of them over and over.

The part that caught me here was the bit about 'my father's boy.' I mean, that was the hinge/pivot moment for me and then what followed was like the parting of a curtain. it's simple, but it comes at you out of nowhere and then the poem sweeps out to encompass more than one lifetime and there's a perspective. Fear of experiencing something can often outweigh any desire to do that thing.

The most beautiful girls, like the most beautiful mountains, can seem perpetually out of reach. The mind is its own kind of battlefield. And a hard one because the only enemy to fight is the one who will also be doing the fighting. Swinging a sword at the air.

I don't know. I just felt this one. The tender expressions alongside the wall-of-self that can keep out many good things.

[gram linski]

cheers Eilis once again 10 out of 10 for insight and understanding, possibly the air was a windmill. lol.

[John the Baptist]

It's this way: sex does not always work. Wine,on the other hand, is reliable.

[gram linski]

very true, John unless you get a corked mutha fizz, it still gets drank and the words still flow

[Chris Shaw]

What an honourable young man you were then. You can look at the goods but not touch comes to mind. Drummed in to many a young person in fear of what the outcome would be if you disobeyed. The fear of God certainly loomed in my day. This is tender, full of longing and yes regret as well. What is more the love is still there, and that is delightful.

Chris

[gram linski]

I'm still an honourable xxxx man, and you are still a cheeky f**k, lol.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of my high school days....catholic guilt...the kiss, the slight touch...the fear of doing more...the lost chances...and loving even if i didn't really know what it was..."bless me father for i have..."

j.

[gram linski]

… yes you have, j. you dirty dog, thanks again for enjoying,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Powerfully sad as the protagonist recalls the possibilities but did not have the confidence to 'close the deal' and so drank instead and regretted it because the urge never left the stage. A mournful piece set in a bejewelled free verse gram.

[gram linski]

the deal had been closed long time ago, this was sympathy f**k apologetic letter,