This poem was written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Challenge,
Today’s challenge was to write a list poem.
I have also included the following word prompts:
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