This poem was written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Challenge,
https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/24/genre-writing-challenge-april-24/
Today’s challenge was to write a list poem.
I have also included the following word prompts:
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/24/delayed/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/24/rdp-wednesday-book/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/24/your-daily-word-prompt-renew-april-24-2019/
A List of Regrets
I picked up the book you kept by your bed
I turned to the page, the last that you’d read,
I saw that you’d written a word on that page
I wish I’d not let the sun set on our rage.
The word that you’d written, next to the crease,
Was something you longed for, the simple word ‘Peace’.
Now I gather together the last of your things,
The book by the bed, your watch and some rings.
I realise with regret and remorse, I delayed,
Signing the treaty of peace that you’d made.
I wish I could call extra time on the past
And renew the love between us we thought that would last.
Now I sit here and list all the things in my head
Things that I’ll remember now that you’re dead.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/April/2019
A sad poignant poem.
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome Kristian
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Nice
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Thanks 🙂
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True that. How people remember things only when someone is no more. It never hurts to be kind while someone is still alive.
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That’s so right. Appreciate people while they are here, a bit of kindness is worth more than a lifetime of regrets. 🙂
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How sweet and sad! Wonderful!
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Thanks Teresa 🙂
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Great topic for a list poem.
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Thank you 🙂
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