Late at night, it knocks –
biting hard and holding fast.
Its name is “Regrets.”
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Poet Rummager 
Hello Rumnager, its great seeing you after a long time. 🙂
I really like what you just wrote. It’s sweet and truth. 🙂
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Hello Sumit! Good to see you, dear blogger friend.
You must have been busy? For awhile there, you hadn’t been posting as much.
Cheers and thanks! 🙂
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Yesyes Rumnager😅
I was on my sabbatical. But I’m back now 😉
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Wonderful!! I’ll visit soon. 🌼 🌸 💐
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Sure. 🙂
I wish you have a great day ahead. 🙂
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Thank you and you, as well! xo
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That was great! Please check out my blog! And if you like follow for a follow back:)
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This is a stunning haiku! Really, I mean, I wish I would have written this!
Lots of love for this one… ❤
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It’s always a pleasure reading your comments. Believe me, you write beautifully as it is. Thanks, dear Mani. ❤
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Thank you… ❤
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Another gem!
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Regret gems are known to be extremely sharp, and they can cut deep, so I hope you won’t be wearing any of them! Seriously, thank you, Lady South. xo
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“Je ne regret rien” sings the old Sparrow.
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Refined haiku and so very true
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I really hate it when regrets bang on the door — even when I don’t let them in, they keep me up all night. Ugh, such jerks!
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Tell me about it. Bit me hard, it did. Love that doorknob, too. xoxoxo
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Isn’t that door knocker terrific? I love it, too. xoxo
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I love what you did here
you really pushed the limits
I love the way you think
Regrets
As always Sheldon
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Hi Sheldon! Thank you very much.
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NIce one. So damn true
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Thanks! Regrets are mean. 😔
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Your poem, change totally the sense of the handle in the door… great. n_n
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Haha. It did! Thank you, Francis. I love that architectural piece so much. Do you see door knockers like these in Peru?
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Yes, Rose. We have similar ones in modern homes (lions) and in colonial homes. : )
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Excellent Rose.
Another exceptional Haiku. 😎
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Thank you very much, Alan. 💐
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Which has the sharper teeth? Regrets over what you’ve done? Or didn’t do?
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Great questions. Definitely, what I didn’t do. I still have a scar or two from the bites 😀
There aren’t many regrets I have, but I can name one or two (I won’t, but I can!). I say “bull” to those who boast, “I have no regrets whatsoever.” Right, unless you’re ten years old or a psychopath, then I’ll believe ya! 😉
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Or a ten year old psychopath. Those are the worst. Smug little bastards.
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Hahaha! Have I told you lately that I love you? Ah, you’re the best.
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You may have mentioned, but don’t let that stop you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️😍
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Short, not-so-sweet, but oh so true, Rose.
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Yes, I believe we all could empathize with this poem. Thanks my darkling. xo
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You are most welcome. 😀
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Your haunting haiku fits the nasty knocker perfectly. While we are on the subject of regrets …
Hundreds of regrets
swarm like homeless bees until
death stills all, at last.
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I LOVE your haiku, Mel! Thanks my mad scientist. 😘
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Achingly true. ❤
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Sometimes, unfortunately, the truth does ache. ❤
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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Thank you Penney!
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I really feel this one. One of the things I hate most in the world is lying in bed and thinking back over all the things I regret. Once I start, I lose all hope for sleep that night. 😦
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Don’t you think that once in awhile it’s all right to let ourselves feel pain? It’s a kind of outpouring or cleansing of ones soul… sort of getting rid of that toxin we keep stashed inside (at least for the moment, and then we have room for better memories). ❤
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You may well be right about that, Rose. Perhaps that’s the reason so many of us feel compelled to look back over painful memories once in a while.
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Oh no! No regrets! From the thumbnail, I though it was a sheela! You know, I am getting obsessed with them 🙂 Cannot wait for a poem about her, with no regrets! 🙂
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Haha! Well, she is quite unforgettable!! I shall cite your post as my inspiration… I hope to have it completed before Friday and will let you know 😀
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Oh, I am so excited! You are a star!
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❤
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