11.13.2011

Sunday Scribble.



 
 










  











Regret

I have no pockets
should have thought of that
when choosing what I would wear
should have known there might be
something to pick up, keep
take home, a souvenir
to remind me where I went
what I saw and how I felt
while you were here


--smh








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16 comments:

martine said...

lovely, poignant
thanks for sharing
martine

Leenie said...

VERY much enjoyed your "Sunday Scribble." You certainly defined REGRET. It's always nice to have SOMETHING to prove to ourselves the event really happened and to remind us....

Pockets are essential.

Judy said...

If this is a "scribble," I'd like to see your finest handwriting. Beautiful and thought-provoking.

Martin said...

I really like this.

R. Burnett Baker said...

It's like we always look back to what we DIDN'T do, rather than what we really enjoyed. You've written that inner conflict so perfectly!

Rick

Mama Zen said...

Love this one!

Helen said...

Susan ... really enjoyed your Magpie!

Brian Miller said...

to remind me of how it felt when you were here...emotive line that...

Tumblewords: said...

Terrific Magpie!

Doctor FTSE said...

Lovely poem of regret and loss. Thank you.

susan m hinckley said...

Thanks, all! I particularly enjoyed this prompt.

Roy Schulze said...

A lovely sad sentiment nicely written, and now those chairs remind me of all the people we've lost. My Magpie this week is Goldilocks

Jinksy said...

I so agree about the pockets. Men don't know how lucky they are to have them always there in trousers!!!

~T~ said...

Beautiful!

Morning said...

love every line, well done.

Morning said...

love every line, well done.

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