Napowrimo poem Day 11
Prompt: Regrets
It's all about the right moves
I'm not a chess player
When I was young
I did not choose sensible shoes
Now I have apostrophes for big toes
When I was young I liked the bad boys
hard dogs to keep on a porch
When I was young I spent all my money
on having a good time partying
When I was young if things got too difficult
I would take flight rather than fight
When I was young I thought there was a sisterhood
Painfully I discovered there was no such thing
In hindsight I could now be
a wealthy wife to a prestigious professional
I could have nice feet
I could have sound financial investments
I could be a lady who lunches and gossips
I could be a social success
Thank you God for making this nudnik
who always chose the wrong path
If I could do it all again, I wouldn't change a thing either.
ReplyDeleteGod, it sounds as if your careless crazy life saved you from a life of sheer boredom -- I liked this piece, alot!...
ReplyDelete...rob
Image & Verse
Hi Rall,
ReplyDeleteBut, you're a nice nudnig! I love the line
"hard dogs to keep on a porch".
You fulfilled this challenge succinctly.
I think I shared your journey,
ReplyDeleteperhaps in different shoes.
All the best
Janet
I particularly liked the part about sensible shoes and apostrophe toes - that little specific detail seemed to encapsulate so many of the 'larger' life issues in such an interesting way....
ReplyDeleteIt clearly sounds like you made the right choice!! Good that you can see that and appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteoh, nicely put.
ReplyDeletemine were sandals, and I don't think I'd trade any of the mongrels for the world. well, maybe Morgan, but he was a learning experience.
the rest...yup.
I still envy ladies who lunch. Oh well. Enjoyable poem Rall.-Irene
ReplyDeleteI love this, especially the last couplet.
ReplyDeleteI particularly like the feet references.
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Not common, but I know of one life where when the choice came to be, he always chose what was right. I'll never know myself, as mine is more akin to your poem here. So many that were wrong, unwise, miles from right. Yet considering the many might-have-been's I would not now want - how to wish for something else and still be me?
ReplyDeleteA good reflection on choice this poem makes!
yeah -- we could all have nice feet.
ReplyDeletewhat's the point of that?
loved this!
So many things I love about this, how your first lines nail context, how your illustrations sync up SO well, and lastly how you end with acceptance. We can thank God you're here and sharing your poems.
ReplyDeleteRall,
ReplyDeleteYou could have nice feet if weren't for those damn shoes! I'm Barb on the sandals, much more sensible. Good one!
Pamela
Life is certainly more interesting with the route we take instead of always making the correct decision. That would make life boring and in a sense predictable. We're here to learn lessons.
ReplyDeleteNice job with this poem!
~Mark
Absolutely fantastic!!! Wonderful imagery. Just excellent.
ReplyDeleteNow I look at what I have written and feel even more sad about not having more brain energy. If this is your "rush job" well... well done.
Sounds like all the choices made were the right ones in the end ... saved you (?) from a dull, senseless life! Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThe wrong path, of course, often turns out to be so wonderfully right. ^_^
ReplyDeleteThankyou everyone for your generous comments and J D MacKenzie,you have won yourself a heart.
ReplyDeleteYeah, nicely thought out, you could have been a lot of things - but none of them were you. Nicely done, and crumbs, you always have belting pictures on your bloggage!Phew!!
ReplyDeleteyou rushed to a nice place Rall....thanks for sharing this
ReplyDeleteIt's all the wrong moves that make your poem an interesting read.
ReplyDeleteIt's good to embrace those alternate routes. I think the poet is by nature a nudnig.
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