To My Regrets

[anirbas]

My spring and summer
have come in bloom.
My fall and winter
next doth loom.

The life unlived
I have always led.
Looks as though I shall
until I'm dead.

(Whispering in the night
I invoke your name.
Doesn't matter-
everything remains the same.)

I adapt as always,
wishing for a sign.
Worlds collide between us
as I wither on the vine.

No matter how wrinkled
I shall someday be
you will always transfix
and set my spirit free.

~Anirbas aka Sabrina.

[moseley]

never retire...do not go gentle into that good night...
if only with the ashes of time floating imaginarily in our hands
it is from these ashes orsome point unknown, that rest is no answer
but somehow
refire
even if we have to start over with crayons and try to keep it in the lines
the try is almighty
and the do...whatever is the do
the do is divine
blessed that we can....

[anirbas]

Lovely, lovely rejoinder poem, dear friend. Thank you for sharing it here in this thread.

[anirbas]

~Made by Crayola

blessed divine that we can
still take up a crayon
whether fat or thin
whole or broken
scribble a token
sentiment of love
voluptuous with intent
or deep with unrequited longing
simply by imagining we can
redraw it all in our image
with a fat broken
red crayon the cheap kind
it isn't even made by Crayola