she's still not over the fact that she is under the ground she speaks in rattly, clattery hissing voices whenever they come around "I'll reach right up and turn your ankles you unforgivable gits, for burying me, prematurely, over a spell of the coughing fits" so angry with her new residence and bored a deeper shade of blue she's knocked over her marble marker and broken it clean in two. Boo! ~ Rene 2010 To join Magpie Tales click HERE For another take on this magpie please check out "The Song Of The Stone Healer"
It is better to live without regret. I would change nothing, for fear it would change today.
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Deletethe glass of Fallen memory ....such a pleasing line!
ReplyDeletethank you, Karen
DeleteI like that no regrets attitude.
ReplyDeleteAh the eye. It will be interesting to see how many others saw that and what they will write about it. :-) Nice write.
ReplyDeleteYes...still riding is the best choice!
ReplyDeleteYes, I would still ride.
ReplyDeleteLovely
Thats the spirit !
ReplyDeleteAn affirmation poetically expressed.
ReplyDeleteAs the others say - i applaud the conviction of choice...some may say whatever we choose the outcome is the same..so best it is ours..and wholly believed...
ReplyDeleteA lot of amazing images in this poem :D
ReplyDeleteUndoubtably the best way to navigate!
ReplyDeleteYes. Still we'd ride.
ReplyDeleteThat takes true grit; well written.
ReplyDeleteBravo!
ReplyDeleteZQ
and still...we ride...knowing all the while
ReplyDeleteHow true that even if we know the end we still ride.
ReplyDeletealive and riding ...!
ReplyDeleteit's therapeutic to cry. you'll be surprised, next time you are enjoying the ride once again. the ride of life of course
ReplyDeleteYes!
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