Regret (Fibonacci)

Black
Sorrow
Relentless
Gravitational
Teetering into an abyss
Memories circling around an event horizon
Conscious choice; slingshot away or fall over the edge to a place of no return

I like to put images on my feelings; regret feels like this to me and sucks me into a dark place.  In these times, I find that reading the Bible and praying are the best tools to combat it, then afterwards get busy.  In DBT, the skill “turning the mind” is important in changing one’s thought pattern.  Getting busy– doing something– and stopping the thought are essential to climbing out of that prison.

Fibonacci poems use the fibonacci sequence (0 or 1, 2, 3, 5 etc)  to structure the number of syllables in a line.  The number of lines are flexible but generally dictated by the limitation in the number of syllables one can use.

 

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Wishful Thinking (Ya-Du)

Can time unwind?

In my mind‘s eye

a kinder fate

two soul mates meld;

a state yearned for….yet withheld….

≈  ♣  ≈

It is common to feel that one has “missed the boat” by “settling” down early with someone who, later on, doesnt “Feel” like a soul mate.

The Ya-Du is a very difficult poetic form.  This is an easy representation of the syllabic count and required rhyme.  See if I did it correctly!

O. O. O. a.

O. O. a. O

O. a. O. b

O. O. b. c.

O. b. O. O. O. O. O. O. c. [but can have 5, 7, 9 or 11]

On the Wings of Time

I fly at the speed of light on the wings of time

to blazing galaxies, spiraling, scintillate

all tightly bound by infinite design.

I flee from magnetic fire-filled orbs

spell-bound by desire-drugged sensuous gaze.

I retreat from ardent heart-pounding obsession

rife with soul-rending, long-languished unease.

I escape from memories, fading to grey-shaded pain

a half-life, fissured between what was and what will be

as thoughts recede with time-trialed restrain.

Release this torrent feeling or regret will remain

as temptation catches this time traveler again.

♦♦♦

This is an autobiographical poem on relationships.  I allowed my mind free reign and twenty years of regret, temptation and desire poured out of my soul. While I have written over 100 poems (most on my other blog), this is one of my favorites.

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Restore Plea

Layers of sadness forestall calm thought

Release blighted day to bright tomorrow

Renew amnesiac regret

Unglue morbid sorrow

Clear accounts deep in dept

Restore time, now stalled

Unseal eyes with future blind

Remove inky black-walled

    TORTURE—

Renew happy hopes, once mine

♠♠♠

Often I wish that I could go back in time and erase mistakes.  I was full of these feelings when I wrote this poem.