I'm going to agree with another post but this reminds me of Philip Larkin's work. The quiet, aching simplicity, both tender and unflinching in its regret, longing, and love. It carries the weight of lived experience, the kind of reflection that only time and loss can bring a person. The progression from small, almost trivial regrets to the profound emotional core is beautifully executed.
That last stanza is breathtaking. It isn’t just about nostalgia, it’s about choosing love, even knowing the heartbreak it brings. This is art. In words.
Your words capture that ache of regret mixed with love so beautifully. It reminds me of how we look back, wondering what we’d do differently, yet realizing some things are worth every misstep. Lovely work—I felt every line. I’m Jean, by the way. I write about resilience and transformation—it’s amazing how poetry like yours can tap into those themes so powerfully.
Tender tug on the ole heart strings here, which I appreciate. Also, reminded me of a line I love by Arthur Miller, "Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
So sweet. I’ve been thinking about this lately… and when it comes down to, the last bit nailed it. I’d make every single mistake again to get to where I am. Thanks for giving voice to my inner life once again.
I'm going to agree with another post but this reminds me of Philip Larkin's work. The quiet, aching simplicity, both tender and unflinching in its regret, longing, and love. It carries the weight of lived experience, the kind of reflection that only time and loss can bring a person. The progression from small, almost trivial regrets to the profound emotional core is beautifully executed.
That last stanza is breathtaking. It isn’t just about nostalgia, it’s about choosing love, even knowing the heartbreak it brings. This is art. In words.
First Arthur Miller, now Larkin. Best Wednesday ever! I really appreciate your comment, made my day.
This is really lovely
Your words capture that ache of regret mixed with love so beautifully. It reminds me of how we look back, wondering what we’d do differently, yet realizing some things are worth every misstep. Lovely work—I felt every line. I’m Jean, by the way. I write about resilience and transformation—it’s amazing how poetry like yours can tap into those themes so powerfully.
Nice to meet you, Jean. Your words are special and resonated with me, it’s been such a pleasure to hear how my words have moved others. Thank you :)
Beautiful
Stunning.
This is so touching.
Loved this A LOT
Lovely 🤎
Lovely
Tender tug on the ole heart strings here, which I appreciate. Also, reminded me of a line I love by Arthur Miller, "Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Being compared to Arthur Miller, I can die happy (and regretfully)
This hurts me without agreeing with it.
Ah this is lovely.
Candid and delicate without being too self-indulgently masochistic (we’ve all been there.)
Thanks for sharing your work!
So sweet. I’ve been thinking about this lately… and when it comes down to, the last bit nailed it. I’d make every single mistake again to get to where I am. Thanks for giving voice to my inner life once again.
it gave me the feeling of hearing it as a song. Great piece
This is killer. I was a bit raw as I read this, so I had left it an opening. A tear. Your words got in. Thank you
I hope in a good way, and that in part it helps heal.
Yes. Good stuff.
Yay!