In the back of my mind the cautionary feeling sits
Blinking it's warning.
Still, unfazed I continue on my tirade
without thought to what's coming out
Later clarity sets in calmly
unlike the utterance of words earlier
Crystal clear do I see the words uttered
Suspended in the eerie glow of time past
I reach out to touch the words
That should have been said
They shimmer like the mirage out of my reach
Taunting, serving as reminder
To think before I next speak.
©SKW
For my Poetry Thursday Post
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
This is 47
In my acquired wisdom I've accepted: 1. That it's OK to admit I like girly things 2. That it's OK I didn't post this ON...
-
I give up on trying to figure out why Blogger wont put in some of my hard returns. I just have to apologize to you all because the formatti...
-
In my pants courtesy of Chris Delorenzo ! "Yesterday, Trix at BATED BREATH asked her readers to play a game called "In My Pants....
-
Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead Yesterday is a promise that you’ve broken Don’t close your eyes, don’t close your eyes This is your ...
5 comments:
I like your style.
I like the image of a mirage.
I think we all have moments like the one you describe.
Shimmering, simmering, those things we should not have said. Think before we speak, indeed.
Love the poem! Makes me think of the times after an arguement, when I sit alone, remembering all the things I wish I hadn't said.
I love this poem and would love to send it to my mother. (sigh)
(((smile)))
K
Post a Comment