dreams call on me rarely now
my visitors are mostly regrets
with gifts of grief and remorse
what conscience never forgets
the love I too often spurned
women I so routinely forsook
bad decisions or no decision
benefit from a backward look
yet the past is a willl o' the wisp
easy to install ideal outcomes
where everything's simpler, a
perfect tune hindsight...
Monday 28th December 2020 10:26 am
Nothing is more permanent than memory
Cast-iron files of pain locked in your head
The mind gets drawn back to errors and loss
Magnetised by things you should have said
Torturer is chief is villainous hindsight
Squatting by the guillotine with a smirk
Chewing over all those might-have-beens
In lost chances where grief and loss lurk
Even in dreams we face the angry ...
Monday 13th July 2020 11:14 am
Shhh! Sit quietly and you will hear,
That little voice inside your head.
Whispering advice into your inner ear,
Giving voice to things you should have said.
And patiently this master of hindsight works,
The perfect retort 10 minutes too late,
Or another perspective to someone you’ve hurt.
A decisive point to put to bed the debate.
And yet he holds back, preferrin...
Wednesday 4th January 2017 6:23 am