Petergate, with a view of York Minster, York, UK photo by Tess Kincaid
“Meet me by the abbey”
you said – leaving
thirty years ago
Still I’m searching
deep in bottles of regret.
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March 16, 2015
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
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Oh my, I love this one!!
So short, as if more could not be stood from the pain of 30 years ago. 30 years ago and still the regret lingers. So very sad.
“the scent of footsteps” Love the mixing of senses here. And that last thought about still searching…in bottles of regret…this poem tells a story much greater than the seven lines that it is contained in.
A small stone that shines with all the emotion running through the brook. So lovely,Björn.
A novel inside a short poem. Finely written and so poignant.
A very fine write, Björn – huge, emotional story told in those few lines
Can feel the sadness and regret but time to let go and make some new memories. So much said in so few words. Very well written.
Oh, so poignant!
the scent of footsteps…” lovely!
This speaks to me. It reminds me of Joni Mitchell’s song “Last Time I saw Richard.” But also, in a different/same way, I feel the absence of one who has died without my permision.
The scent of footsteps is lovely–and the idea of hangover being that lingering scent memory–works well with the bottles! Thanks, Bjorn. k.
I love this photo, it invites a story to be told.
Poignant and i can almost feel the hangover. Psst, i think you meant “meet ME” not “meet my”.
Oops.. somehow spell-check can never compensate a proof-reed.. 🙂 Thank you…
Oh this is quite nice!
Sometimes indeed the less you say, the clearer we see. A perfect little pearl around the grit here, Bjorn.
Wow. All I can do is echo what everyone else already said.
Beautifully done.
namaste
jzb
Oh, beautiful. Also somehow seems appropriate for St. Pat’s Day.
Very sad, but answers can’t be found in a bottle. Well done, Bjorn. — Suzanne
It must have been a Quantum pathway
We tend to be like that, Bjorn. I could feel the unforgetting nature here, like don’t take “No” for an answer.
Exquisite!
I read, I re-read, and I re-re-read….Its just awesome! Those few lines say it all.
the first line is so haunting!
Stunning!
Deep in bottles of regret- wow, that one line says so much!
Bravo! I love this one~
Oh, I’ve drunk from that bottle so many times, myself!
Bittersweet…you leave me wanting more of the story…
Really like how you captured a moment in time. Few words, yet much depth and emotion. You can actually feel the regret. Well done, Bjorn!
Love your take and shared it on g+. The scent of footsteps is awesome and I admire brevity it takes skill! Next Sunday?
Loved the sentiments… How sad however. Life in the past – thirty years.
deep in bottles of regret. I hereby warn you and or dully notify thee of the theft of this here line by myself for the usage of all future endeavors.
This is such a poignant story – beautifully crafted in so few words. One of my favorites of yours. I would list it up there, in the lofty realm of: Bjorn’s Best Short Poems. A wonderful little piece.