Beginning - January 2024

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Poets and Storytellers United 

Friday Writings #108: Beginning

For your optional prompt this week, please let the idea of Beginning inspire you. You might write about that idea, or perhaps share a piece which in itself constitutes a beginning of some kind. 


Would I,

if given the chance,

return to 

our beginning?


I hope

you would understand

if I refused.

It is not meant to hurt you.


Our many 

years together,

now years apart,

I would not relive.


If only for

the pain

at the end

not to live through again.


©2024 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved 


Comments

  1. Brother OllieJanuary 5, 2024 at 2:25 PM

    I like the pondering of this poem.

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJanuary 5, 2024 at 4:51 PM

    Oh, I understand this very well! You make the point succinctly and irrefutably.

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  3. Yvonne OsborneJanuary 5, 2024 at 5:49 PM

    The heart of this "I hope you would understand if I refused".

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    1. LisaJanuary 7, 2024 at 7:32 PM

      I know I wrote it, so shouldn't be affected by it, but that line does get to me. I am not sure why the prompt sent me to my own story.

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  4. Magaly GuerreroJanuary 5, 2024 at 7:30 PM

    Some experiences are best left behind and forgotten. I like the honesty of the speaker.

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  5. JimJanuary 6, 2024 at 8:44 AM

    Very nice. It sort of depends on the circumstances of the "being apart" what the thoughts will be. Mine was an unasked for divorce, a lot different than from death. Others have been for various reasons.
    ..

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  6. MarjaJanuary 7, 2024 at 9:48 PM

    A thoughtful reflection of things past Luckily we don't have to do some things again

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  7. HelenJanuary 8, 2024 at 9:50 AM

    I have wondered this several times in my long life ... I did not return, in retrospect I wish I had ~~ one of them, too late now. I enjoyed your poem!!

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