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
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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
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