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Regina Puckett Poem
Suffering can end or come to a new beginning
Unheeded wishes can gnaw at me
Ignored to a painful point
Creating space between those around me and myself
Isolation becomes comforting and frightening in the same moments
Dreams are always nightmares where I am to blame
And I deserve none of this, but must take full responsibility
Losing all hope for happiness in the future
Copyright © Regina Puckett | Year Posted 2012
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Regina Puckett Poem
My eyes are weathered by the dry wind
So I cannot be sure if I saw you grow an inch
In front of me today
You have become my “everything important”
The greatest one I would sacrifice everything for
I fear my life depends on your happiness
Your success is my doing for now while you are young
I am your protector
I am mirrored in those determined eyes
We shall show the world
That greatness comes from altruistic means
To ease the suffering of others
To plant beauty and inspire is not an ideal
It is a way to live
Copyright © Regina Puckett | Year Posted 2012
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Regina Puckett Poem
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?
Copyright © Regina Puckett | Year Posted 2012
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Regina Puckett Poem
I have come to a point
I am sure of my material needs
I needn’t any advice on what must be done
I have come to a point
Where I am lost in my sorrow
My melancholy deep-rooted within my mind
There is a longing to seek my own personal prophet
Not like the Christian Jesus
Someone with living flesh and active breath
Someone flawed, honest, feeling
I do not want conversion
I seek a friend to spiritually connect and share with
I seek intimate conversation involving discretion
I seek an intellectual affair
If he were to hold me it would be too much
Too perfect, too beautiful in its grace
A mere holding of the hand
A gentle kiss on the forehead
A word of wisdom and encouragement before departing
Copyright © Regina Puckett | Year Posted 2012
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