Sunday, October 7, 2007

In My Haste

In my rash and foolish haste
of persecution and wayward flight,
I let a good thing go to waste.

Fleeing freedom with fervent pace,
running blind into distant night.
In my rash and foolish haste

Making choices, confusing fate
unsure of what is wrong or right.
I let a good thing go to waste

Propelled by love's confounded hate
enriched with nature's gifted plight.
In my rash and foolish haste

Feigning wisdon in my state
of perplexed judgement and clouded sight.
I let a good thing go to waste

Left with morsels on my plate
I tossed it all as just one might.
In my rash and foolish haste
I let a good thing go to waste

7 comments:

Omar Ramon said...

such a terrible feeling...completely relatable sentiment.

my name is... said...

no doubt about that.
much like that cliched Joni Mitchell song...
or the cliched well that keeps losing all its water.

feeling it, poet!

Ailed LittleKnight said...

Deeply taken in!

Lyrically speaking said...

Had to really digest this menu you just offered us here, the poem is tight...powerful words. Most enjoyed!

Nitty-Gritty said...

In your rash and foolish haste
Keep your wings spread apart,
so that when you take flight;
you might find a good thing.
Remember, nothing goes to waste,
It's just a taste, so next time slow your pace and that good thing won't be a waste.-Nitty

PS: Beautiful poem, hope you don't mind my collaboration...I love reading other's works.

So Fa Real said...

I think you speak for a lot of us. It's so incredibly easy to make unsound, resentful judgement in a moment's take. But that's the wonderful thing about growing older and wiser--you begin to open yourself for the challenge of not only reasoning better, but becoming and hopefully acting upon better potential.

Tyson said...

Beautiful words!