The Pensive Poet
For The Pensive Poet Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France
"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter." ~ Keats
I'd like to travel, widely, near and far,
out rambling, leaving not a spot, untread;
but wandering by plane, or train, or car
is hard. Instead, I travel in my head.
My brain is, sometimes, also the place where
I struggle to eliminate regret.
to forgive "me" and those for whom I care,
though I haven't succeeded as of yet.
I often like to daydream and recall
pleasurable escapades of young love,
or when the world was new and I was small,
and puffy clouds danced in the sky above.
Now, my aging body has "gone to pot",
and I'm glad when I can be lost in thought.
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