Tip tapping.
All it wanted was to whisper a song into my ears.
All it wanted was to die in my arms, singing.
... and I was busy reaching out for my umbrella,
adjusting my window panes,
securing the bolts!
*******
If only I could come out of life alive
I would have brewed it one more time
like my strong black coffee
slightly bitter, as fate,
a little grey, as those discarded days.
But this time I would have remembered
to put a dash of sugar,
this time I would have learnt
to sip it at leisure.
If only …….
I would have brewed it one more time
like my strong black coffee
slightly bitter, as fate,
a little grey, as those discarded days.
But this time I would have remembered
to put a dash of sugar,
this time I would have learnt
to sip it at leisure.
If only …….
11 comments:
Regret and sadness...I missed reading your words. I hope you are well dear lady.
beautiful...do write more often
The palpable sense of regret and longing is truly heart-rending.
So, so beautiful.
I have missed your words so much :(
Oh how I've missed your words!
These words run much deeper than mere musings, I think you have learned to sip the tip tapping at leisure for your brooding has whispered a sweet song.
Oh wow, how I have missed you and your writing - you capture human nature so wonderfully. Thank you dear lady :)
C D,
It is so sad that most of the times we can not do what our heart wishes to. This is told so well in these short musings.
Take care
wow, the way you captured regret and the metaphors and similes you used were so apt.
I really missed your writing... good to see you back!
Regret and longing go hand in hand...
swirl it round and round
OH! MY! GOD! This is incredibly, deeply, wonderful. If only indeed.....more sugar, more cackles, more fun........however, we CAN do more of that now, and believe me, not an hour goes by without a cackle for me these days:) LOVE this poem!!!!
Love it all over again.
Beautiful reflection with a lilt of melancholy. I enjoyed this read, very nice.
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