inside, heart never, where, confuse
disturb birds history man mirrors
reflecting on life's blessings
inside the heart a little nudge
tugging at the memory restraining
retracing paths never trudged
where otherwise wondering
what possibly could have happened
with episodes confused and disturbing
touch of gray on decisions taken
if she had managed to steal his heart
but he had rejected it oh, so brazen
would they be better off for a start
as two birds freely in the open
would riches pile high all their life
shrieks of beautiful children heard
instead history of struggling to survive
sadly childless amid cries of hurts
what then of the path not taken
softness of touch mirrors caressing
had not lady luck smiled often?
with man tranquility pervading
eyes closed dreaming all in awry
thoughts of childhood innocence
raced back through his memory
unflinching thinking of the outcome
MMT's at The Whirligig Wordle#330
Mish at d'Verse OLN#297
Wow, I am stunned by this piece, Hank!
ReplyDeleteHank, this is a beautiful journey into what could or could not have been. It makes me a bit teary eyed.
ReplyDeleteHow are you my friend?
Life will go on, with all these memories tucked in heart.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful write with much tear jerking this end.
ReplyDeleteThank you Hank a great write as always.
Take care.
Yvonne.
Very moving. So sad to hold regrets.
ReplyDeleteA lovely look at the "road less traveled"...and don't we all consider it at certain times in our lives. "What if" are two powerful words!
ReplyDeleteHank, your poem has me digging deep into my life ... thoughts about roads/paths/directions not taken .... well done, my friend.
ReplyDeleteRetracing paths. What would have happened? Interesting. Of course happy with the present state.
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So goes life - we never know which way the path will turn next. Beautifully phrased!
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite part of:
ReplyDelete“ what then of the path not taken
softness of touch mirrors caressing
had not lady luck smiled often?
with man tranquility pervading”
Absolutely beautiful!!
So many questions of that path not taken. So many what could have been.
ReplyDeleteHank, I finished your poem with a lump in my throat. It's a treacherous place, dwelling in the what-might-have-beens.
ReplyDeleteAn unflinching look at what could have been. Beautiful poem, Hank. I love the line:
ReplyDelete"shrieks of beautiful children heard"
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