Saturday, June 05, 2010


Regret is a bitter cordial
in a bottomless gourd
where the sun dissolves.

I try to resist
however my lips cry
from thirst.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Now there is a word you don't see everyday, gourd, every strong and evocative though, certainly gets the image across.

Regret is the wasted air
when gray shades
of yesterday come
stippling along the fine
hairs of your arm.

I don't do regret
it doesn't help...

4:42 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks honey :)

No, I don't do it either. What's done is done.

I'm listening to Tori Amos (from the choirgirl hotel) this morning. Love her music.

5:41 PM  

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