Regret's Spiccato
Silence roars as understanding seeks
wisdom within intelligent intention
unaware of the thoughts
that linger inside your head.
Hopelessness holds court in the dead of night
surrounding you in a blanketed bleakness
prayer doesn’t sanctify.
Listen.
Clasp your hands.
Pay your respects to insanity
as a vulturine shadow sits and waits
reeking of purity.
Regorge on regret’s spiccato.
© chuck a stetson 2010


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p.s. ("hear" was a deliberate play because of the cadence of your words)
This rises up to the feelin' of a prison gang singin' in the fields. It's hard, but I say Hallelujah! for the push to the end of the wave of struggle. Enjoyed it.
Rated (and we've missed you, too)
today I'm lower than down... maybe it's the weather of change and confusion.
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I miss you terribly and feel like I abandoned you because of my inflated need to feel important. Yes... I flounced... Yes I'm a hypocrite... Yes the regret I write of is mine.
I'm not ashamed to admit some tears are forming. xox
i'm just glad you're posting here.
i've missed you.
You did something constructive with that lower-than-low -- you wrote a powerful piece of poetry (the alliteration police are about to confiscate my "p" key).
You can also allow yourself some pleasant distraction: books, music, dvds, cooking -- whatever is the equivalent of comfort food (including comfort food). Re-read an old and beloved favorite book. Hey, if you haven't read A Wrinkle in Time... or Darkness Visible... (opposite ends of the spectrum, anyone?) Continuing to think about how rotten you feel doesn't help much -- it's okay to do something frivolous to take your mind off it.
If frivolity doesn't do it for you, do the dishes. Vaccum. Come over here and vacuum ;-}. Take a walk with a trash bag and pick up some trash.
Not that I'd believe it when I feel like hell... but it will pass. And welcome back -- no hard feelings at all (see my post on flouncing -- it didn't even occur to me that any of you were being self-important, so there!).
There's nothing like a good storm and three days of grayness to adjust the thinking process. Thank you for everything. You are a dear sweet friend.
these are some wonderful words.
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xo
R
our messaging had much to do with perspective.
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You have been missed Chuck!