Mar 15, 2006

Too Late

Don't ask me to regret
That which I had no control over
My future spelled out m.i.s.t.a.k.e.
Only I read it as beautiful
Intoxicated by what shouldn't be
I am blinking
Catching glimpses of reality
In the midst of this confusion
I am breathing clearly
I am feeling deeply.

4 Comments:

Blogger rabfish said...

you have such a beautiful, beautiful voice.

your poems are polished and precise and pointed and poignant. thank you!

8:56 PM  
Blogger fiercelyfab said...

rabfish--ditto. I love how they are succint and catch so much in the selected words.

2:05 AM  
Blogger Pomegranate Queen said...

thanks, it means a lot that you feel the words.

5:06 PM  
Blogger rabfish said...

these lines in particular jumped out, over and over again:

My future spelled out m.i.s.t.a.k.e.
Only I read it as beautiful

(can't italize it in the comments).

wow.

your poems are like catching glimpses of reality!

4:31 PM  

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