Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther
"Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened"
~T.S. Eliot
The song of old regrets plays like nostalgic records inside my broken heart and weary mind.
I carefully place each one on the player and replay each song until I have memorized every line.
Then I dance with each lament like lovers close enough to keep whispering in my ear.
So the breath of one hundred aches and grievances sing softly yet they sing clear,
with the cadence of a blues song it is an elegy and never rings with glory like a hymn.
All the records play only sad songs that speak to my heart a penance for my lost sins,
and I keep them deep in a forlorn place where my heart slips down into sorrows like too much wine,
for the dance of life has awkward steps that fall short of perfection each and every time.
I am generally a positive person and do not dwell on my mistakes and regrets as much as I probably could, but when I finally do it is always a dance of grief inside of my mind....ruminating the undone and should nots like old broken records stuck on a certain line. Somehow, this photo just pulled that out of the heart of me and, place it upon the page.
Then I dance with each lament like lovers close enough to keep whispering in my ear.
So the breath of one hundred aches and grievances sing softly yet they sing clear,
with the cadence of a blues song it is an elegy and never rings with glory like a hymn.
All the records play only sad songs that speak to my heart a penance for my lost sins,
and I keep them deep in a forlorn place where my heart slips down into sorrows like too much wine,
for the dance of life has awkward steps that fall short of perfection each and every time.
I am generally a positive person and do not dwell on my mistakes and regrets as much as I probably could, but when I finally do it is always a dance of grief inside of my mind....ruminating the undone and should nots like old broken records stuck on a certain line. Somehow, this photo just pulled that out of the heart of me and, place it upon the page.
Ohhhh, you must play something upbeat for balance! Right away! You are too good at this dwelling in this X-marks-the-spot for regret.
ReplyDeleteMoooooving write....
A bittersweet memory .... like the dark side of light, your emotions absorbed within each line, breathe deep as you dwell and perhaps, open a new chapter. Lovely read, thanks.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it amazing how those words stick with us...
ReplyDeleteThe songs of old regrets. I wonder why we torture ourselves over thnigs that we cannot go back and change? Yes it's so hard not to do...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said, Carrie
ReplyDeleteI think this is that from which all great art is born.
An alliance of broken winged birds, remembering together
Oh Carrie ..."a dance of grief inside of my mind" sums it up for me too when those guilty feelings begin to emerge.
ReplyDeleteI got a melancholy vibe from this picture too Carrie. Sometimes, especially with music, it just feels good to feel bad. This is great.
ReplyDeleteSad, intense, quite touching...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed what I guess most of us suffer, but I am relieved this is not where you live!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to hear that you are generally positive as this is quite sad. Beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteA very raw, touching poem. The last line speaks volumes. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeletevery nice indeed....and thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeleteIt's good to write it out and what you have written is VERY good.
ReplyDelete"I dance with each lament...for the dance of life has awkward steps".
I love your deeply introspective poems and I feel it is okay to be in touch with mistakes and regrets at times. Reminds us we are human after all. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteWithout sadness, how would we recognise joy? ?)
ReplyDeleteDancing with the past..quite a vision you've played out here...so glad that photo tugged on your heart..and as they say, I feel your pain..thanks!!
ReplyDeleteAwesome Carrie, i am all about the dark, unwanted, the negative and forgotten, the modern behaviourist cult of white light and loveliness only is the road to ruin. Thanks mate
ReplyDeleteWell done. May the awkward steps lead to grace...
ReplyDeleteThe dance of life has awkward steps is so beautiful. Like a baby, we learn from our awkward steps(at least I hope so).
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