Posts Tagged ‘regret’

A Painful Birthday Poem For My Daughter: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet Lament

October 25, 2012

I stuck out my foot and broke her arm.
I laughed ’til she cut her face.
I watched her play ’til a shoulder
blew harshly out of its place.

I held her, gently, down
as needles tapped her spine.
She looked at me, surprised,
and winced but didn’t whine.

I sat there and listened
as she poured out what was inside.
It was my shoulder she reached for
when she broke down and cried.

But none of those childhood pains can even start
To compare to the trust lost when I broke her tender heart.

Reaching Perfection: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

December 21, 2011

Does anyone e’r/
reach the point that they don’t make/
mistakes they regret?

Regretting Regretting: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

May 31, 2010

That you live your life/
so full of regret is what/
you should most regret.

Morning After Regret: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 6, 2010

In context with the previous haiku, it must be pointed out that “together we slept” simply means we fell asleep in the family room near each other, NOT that we “slept together”

After together /
we slept, she protested much./
She had been drinking.

A Night of Regret, a Morning of Shame: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry series

March 2, 2010

A Night of Regret, a Morning of Shame:
A series of contexting poems written after a late-night conversation went awry.

5:34 a.m.
Here I am,/again,/with egg on my face,/being ignored back into my place./It’s just that I care,/really,/that put me there,/wwaiting. How silly/2 wait/so late!

5:46 a.m.
Please don’t tell me/U feel this way,/then leave me alone/because yer day/got 2 busy 2 phone/or text./Don’t leave me alone,/a wreck/wondering/if I’m blundering.

6:15 a.m.
Hand on phone,/I’m yet disheartened,/waiting alone,/senses sharpened./I lie in anticipation/4 the vibration/from U 2 me;/vain libations/never setting me free.

6:22 a.m.
Every time/the phone shivers/after a rhyme/that can’t be delivered,/showing a closed envelope,/I hope/in vain./It’s insane,/but I still/thrill/and get a chill.

6:35 a.m.
Within my vexed,/tormented non-deliverable texts,/I manage 2c/one 2 me,/from sleepy/thee./All pain is forgotten!/The morn is not rotten/nor sad./U make it glad!

6:45 a.m.
Why be sorry?/I just wanted 2 say/I hoped U were ok/after yer long,/busy, emotional day!/(I/don’t know y;/I’m just wired that way!)/I sent out a yelp/2 help./OK?