Written for: Poetic Asides #643
"For this week's prompt, write a lost moment poem. There are so many lost moments in our lives...times when we could've done something, fretted over what to do, and ultimately missed a chance to do anything. Or sprung into action without thinking and did the wrong thing."
gave up life I knew.
Constant complaints drove me crazy.
What did I imagine he'd do after retirement
except continue staying idle. You do not change stripes by moving across country.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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