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Start Again (Waster’s Lament)

02 Feb

 

Start again (Waster’s Lament)

 

If only I could start again

and emerge once more

into the cold April dawn

with a cry and a yawn.

Tiny fingers clutching at life

untested feet kicking

at the freedom of release.

If only I could start again.

 

If only I could start again

and reshape the child

into a brighter, better boy

with a heart full of joy.

Open arms embracing the world

innocent eyes staring

at the wonder of it all.

If only could start again.

 

If only I could start again

and remake the man

into a good honest soul

with a dream and a goal.

Tireless feet striding out

rejoicing voice singing

at the beauty of his days.

If only I could start again.

 

If only I could start again

and reclaim this wasted life.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Anne Magill

 

 
12 Comments

Posted by on February 2, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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12 responses to “Start Again (Waster’s Lament)

  1. thelonelyauthorblog

    February 2, 2018 at 6:58 pm

    Nice write

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  2. angael 2000

    February 2, 2018 at 8:56 pm

    I’ve thought of this myself at times. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could.
    Very well said.

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  3. House of Heart

    February 2, 2018 at 10:28 pm

    Beautifully wistful, so very stirring Mr D

    Liked by 1 person

     
  4. Just_Libby

    February 3, 2018 at 4:36 am

    Truly…. I know there are moments even years I’d like to do over…lament is the perfect word for it

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  5. April

    February 3, 2018 at 2:54 pm

    I can’t imagine any of us is immune to this lament as we look back, feel back, feel now. I have come to believe that bliss and happiness is not the steady state of existence, that is a modern “mindfulness” adaptation of a fairy tale, a wish, a longing. But one that sets us up to see ourselves as failure, rather than to see life as what it is…an existential crisis as the steady state, punctuated by moments of joy. I believe to feel the one deeply allows for the feeling of the other. If we numb out, dull out, ignore the crisis…we also numb the joy. I heard someone say, perhaps I have already said it here, that “grief is love in its wildest form.” There is no grief without love, no love without grief. One does not exist without the other, for better ot worse. Perhaps I am typing this as much, or more so, to myself as to you. Who knows. And yet. “I can’t go on. I will go on.”

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    • Romantic Dominant

      February 3, 2018 at 4:39 pm

      Yes. You are right. If we are to love then we must be prepared to grieve. And when we lose someone we lose something of ourselves. Perhaps that is what makes us question ourselves, who and why we are the person we are. And we do have to go on. The ultimate alternative would insult those we have lost, ourselves, and those who love us. Thank you for your response.

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  6. libbyhyett

    February 3, 2018 at 9:19 pm

    You’d do no different. I hope you bloody wouldn’t Because I like who you are now.

    On 3 Feb 2018 5:13 AM, “A Faded Romantic’s Notebook” wrote:

    > Romantic Dominant posted: ” Start again (Waster’s Lament) If only I > could start again and emerge once more into the cold April dawn with a cry > and a yawn. Tiny fingers clutching at life untested feet kicking at the > freedom of release. ” >

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