Imitation of John Ashbery



An Occassion to Brood

Oftentimes regret escapes from the prison Iíve left it in,
the locks are easy to pick and the walls are thin,
and regret walks into my mind, arrogantly, and smiles,
as it replays a memory that makes my back curl and cringe.
It can be from ages ago, but I feel the same
as if it happened yesterday, such is the state of things;
as life is collected not in sweet longings or sad sighs,
but every ass-up remembrance of when you stuck your foot
in your mouth. And I earnestly believe that. But still,
it lasts only a moment. Itís soon over, and Iíve locked it up-
Regret- till the next time it will come out to play.
And I donít hate it. I donít love it, but Iíve come to accept
that I cringe because I lived. And even if I could change it
I probably wouldnít. I think.




Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2022-08-27 at 19:13

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm not familiar with J. Ashbery, so I can't comment on that aspect, but I like what you've written, and can imagine the source (Ashbery).
2022-08-28