Showing posts with label regrets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label regrets. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 27, 2026

"Her Rain"


Her rain fell   
         a deluge of broken dreams,   
                     frustrated desires, missed opportunities   
         drenching the world   
                     with her bitter storms   
Her rain fell   
         a flood of regrets and sublimation   
                     poured onto her children   
         drowning each of them   
                     with her skewed and tainted love   
Her rain fell   
         a watery veil of manipulation   
                     pushing against the banks of reality   
         overflowing her boundaries   
                     with her disillusions and dissatisfaction   
Her rain fell   




Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Sunday, April 16, 2023

"The Play"

 











ACT ONE              
            She lightens her brown hair        
                        He prefers blondes        
            She leaves family, drops friends      
                        He wants her to himself        
            She quits schools, leaves her job        
                        He cheats and she forgives        

ACT TWO         
 
            He demands exact replicas        
                        She produces an heir and a spare        
            He expects superiority        
                        She learns deceit and lies        
            He builds and buys a lifestyle        
                        She numbs herself with wine        

ACT THREE        

            A mansion filled with regrets        
                        Their marriage is a glossy veneer        
            Time spent in sun and sand       
                        Their love becomes a mirage        
            A picture of perfection       
                        Photoshop over Truth        

 
Copyright 2015 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Friday, March 3, 2023

"An Ending Begins"


David Chapman-artist



 Standing on the edge looking back—

            So many decisions gone wrong
                        So many decisions proved right
                                    No way of tracing patterns
            The child longs for easier ways—
                        Rainbows, buttercups under the chin
                                    Seeking security
                                                Returning to the womb
Standing on the edge looking ahead—

            So many unknowns
                        So many possibilities
                                    No way of seeing patterns
            The youth longs for challenge—
                        First love, free falling from the sky
                                    Embracing life
                                                Escaping tight bondage
Standing on the edge looking inward—

            So many “what ifs”
                        So many “if onlys”
                                    No way of changing patterns
            The elder dreams on of new beginnings
                        Second chances, another step into sunshine
                                    Gathering warmth
                                                Longing to be young again

Copyright 1996 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman


Thursday, July 19, 2012

"Her Rain"



Her rain fell   
          a deluge of broken dreams,       
                    frustrated desires, missed opportunities     
          drenching the world     
                    with her bitter storms     
Her rain fell     
           a flood of regrets and sublimation     
                     poured onto her children     
           drowning each of them     
                     with her skewed and tainted love     
Her rain fell     
           a watery veil of manipulation     
                     pushing against the banks of reality     
           overflowing her boundaries     
                     with her disillusions and dissatisfaction     
Her rain fell     




Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

“Her Rain”


Her rain fell   
         a deluge of broken dreams,   
                     frustrated desires, missed opportunities   
         drenching the world   
                     with her bitter storms   
Her rain fell   
         a flood of regrets and sublimation   
                     poured onto her children   
         drowning each of them   
                     with her skewed and tainted love   
Her rain fell   
         a watery veil of manipulation   
                     pushing against the banks of reality   
         overflowing her boundaries   
                     with her disillusions and dissatisfaction   
Her rain fell   




Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman