Tuesday, January 25, 2022

If Regret Had a Name


Send me a postcard haunted

 with the fragrance of you

Fill it with the songs of blackbirds

and hymnals from pews

I will promise to hold it so close

Like a mask to my lips

Feed it on hopes

And then sail it on ships

I shall give it a name

 you will never forget

Clattering and gloomy

Like lost love and regrets.


Linking with Shay's Word Garden Word List #10  (Wallace Stevens)

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11 comments:

  1. hedgewitchJanuary 25, 2022 at 11:08 AM

    A lovely dance of the list words here, Carrie. I especially like the opening two lines, and 'close/like a mask to my lips.." Nothing hurts worse than regret, perhaps because it once was hope.

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    1. Carrie Van HornJanuary 25, 2022 at 11:23 AM

      Thank you so much Joy, and yes, regret holds such pain. I love that you pointed out that it once was hope. So true!

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 25, 2022 at 1:03 PM

    Oh, Carrie, this is just so good! I love it. My poem went in a similar direction, as do our hearts at this time of looking back.......

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    1. Carrie Van HornJanuary 25, 2022 at 1:44 PM

      Thank you so much my friend! Yes, looking back at lost love can certainly bring some gloomy thoughts for sure. I really love yours too Sherry!

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  3. FireblossomJanuary 25, 2022 at 2:25 PM

    There was a gal who blogged under the name Lydia who did a thing for a while called Postcard Wednesday (or whatever day of the week it was--I forget now). She'd post a picture of a vintage postcard and tell all about it. It was great. Postcards are nostalgic, brief like poems (compared to fiction) and have a certain piquant quality. I like that you used the postcard as a springboard for your poem.

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    1. Carrie BurttJanuary 25, 2022 at 5:50 PM

      I probably knew her but I am not sure if I ever did that prompt. Thank you Shay. I have found that the word lists are really inspiring!!

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  4. iamthewalrusJanuary 26, 2022 at 2:43 PM

    I like the image of fragrance as memory

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  5. JadeLiJanuary 27, 2022 at 8:30 AM

    Oh the yearning and sorrow and felt keenly here. Anything to bring that memory back to the real world. Beautiful poem, Carrie.

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  6. phillip woodruff (jalopy dreams)January 27, 2022 at 10:23 AM

    that's beautiful, love the flow of this poem, all of your sounds and images weaved tightly together... fun to read out loud too. btw, like like the title of your blog. i used to perform with a jazz group and one of the horn players used to say performing with a poet was like dancing with a rhino. i took him seriously and learned to stick with the rhythm better =) again, really enjoyed your poem

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  7. qbitJanuary 28, 2022 at 6:45 PM

    "Send me a postcard haunted / with the fragrance of you" Ooh! Nice!

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  8. JimJanuary 28, 2022 at 10:38 PM

    That's a great postcard, Carrie. I enjoyed reading here, it sort of hurts sometimes to think of departed once very good friends. But I enjoy it, I have several in mind. They have gone off the face of the earth as far as I can every find. I probably wouldn't make contact anyway. Once I did run into at a comfort stop in Oklahoma a little brother who we used to take fishing with us. He said she was doing fine, that is about all. I am all over Google, she is not. Nor her or her either. :(
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