eye
pressed against
the glass of
fallen memory
still i cry
had i known then?
yes
still i'd ride
2015-Rene
There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home.
It is better to live without regret. I would change nothing, for fear it would change today.
ReplyDeletetruth
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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