Regina Puckett Poet Free verse

Defining Failure

I have always been a sad child
What am I to do but seek?
I grow concerned
That my desires will harm the ones that care for me
And I care for and love them
Yet I live as a protected spinster
Building walls of teapots and books
Building fortresses of trellises and rose bushes
I dream of parties no one will ever attend
I picture myself standing grand
With wit and poise I’ve never been blessed with
Once I realized I am like that funny little Nowhere Man
Always going, going
Doing many great things at once
Never accomplishing anything great
Does that not make me a failure?

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Carol Sunshine Brown January 25, 2012 at 10:26 AM I wish I had a better understanding on the forms of poetry so I could give you a clear confident comment on your writing. I will tell you I do love reading poetry. I thank you for sharing yours today I enjoyed reading it Regina. Love, Carol

Sylvia Coulstock January 25, 2012 at 7:54 AM hi-Regina.Your poem touched me very much,I found it so moving.If this is of you then one things for sure you are not a failure as a poet.I like your work and would love for you to share more of it for us to read and enjoy.Thank you for this one. Love June(sylvia) Regina Puckett January 25, 2012 at 2:44 PM Thank you so much. I need to start reading other's poetry now as well as posting more. I'm a bit slow on the computer. Regina

Carol Sunshine Brown January 25, 2012 at 5:49 AM A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Regina. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love, Carol