Regrets

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 Poets and Storytellers United 

Friday Writings #94: Storm, Ink, Love

"...write poetry or prose which includes the words: storm, ink, love."

image ©2023 by by son


new tattoo

fresh ink under my skin

your love

clouds my judgment

a storm of regret

tomorrow


©2023 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

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Comments

  1. CadSeptember 15, 2023 at 2:43 PM

    Hehehe! Short and sweet, and exactly on point. :-)

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  2. MarjaSeptember 15, 2023 at 6:02 PM

    Great yes love can cloud your judgement very much

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-WadeSeptember 15, 2023 at 7:32 PM

    Oh dear! LOL.

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  4. The Fifth HorsemanSeptember 15, 2023 at 10:45 PM

    You have fitted the prescribed words into your poem very adroitly.

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  5. Penelope NotesSeptember 16, 2023 at 5:51 AM

    Excellently done! Many things cloud judgement but love and anger seems to top them all.

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    1. LisaSeptember 19, 2023 at 11:18 AM

      So true! I think love might be worse in the way we can't be talked out of poor decisions, we are blinded by the love to any warnings.

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  6. Debi SwimSeptember 16, 2023 at 10:16 AM

    Hope that ink can be turned into something less rueful.

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  7. MargaretSeptember 17, 2023 at 5:38 PM

    I always laugh when I see an old lovers name and then a black line through it. Better to put a symbol - flower - even zodiac sign !

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    1. LisaSeptember 22, 2023 at 5:36 PM

      Yeah, I think of the joke where one only dates people with the same name as the tattoo! In real life that would put me off dating them though.

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  8. jossinaSeptember 18, 2023 at 9:06 PM

    This is so well written with so few words ...a talent for brevity

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  9. Sunra RainzSeptember 21, 2023 at 1:26 PM

    I love the light-heartedness of this poem and the way you interpreted the prompt - bravo! :-)

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