My dreams spilled
like the last few drops
of red wine in the glass,
spreading across a
white linen table cloth.
I don’t know whether
to be disappointed
in the loss of flavor
for my poor tongue or
the effort it will take to
remove the dark stain.
Perhaps both.
But after regret fades,
I will be thankful
it was just the last
few drops in the glass.
Please tell me what you think
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Staining the Soul
At this time in my life and maybe others, can we ask-are the regrets necessary.
Your ability to concisely, percisely and dramaticlly use stark images to convey your thoughts, feelings-your sou,l does you and humanity credit.
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I like this
i like the realist part of this, talking of how you are gong to have to labor to get the color off but most of all I like how you have made a beautiful poem from this simple topic -
Spilled dreams staining, regret as
a spider of wine -- drops in
the glass, but I like the well-known
old song of Edith Piaf:
'Non! Rien de rien
Non! Je ne regrette rien'
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