It's not really about me but it could be about you. I don't know. I woke up and I felt I should write this. I'm sorry it's not happy.
Bad Sunday
You wake up This is a bad Sunday You’re already thinking of Monday
There's a hole in your soul Because the one you were with last night Was there because you paid her And her scent makes you somewhat nauseous Now something in you has gone missing
According to the lawyers
The divorce is coming through Your kids are not talking to you You miss them and you weep Then there’s the one you love She works at a café down the road You need to see her in your state of mind You go there but make sure you sit in the back You don’t want her to see you Circumstances make this relationship a bad idea So you sit and hope no one notices you But a waitress does and you order coffee You watch the one you love You know to you she’s everything And nothing
I see this is one of your older pieces. This is a story-like poem, which makes for an interesting read. I sense a disconnect between the author and the poem here however. Maybe that's because this is not about you. I still enjoyed it though.
For real Regis you are a very gifted writer! This write is interesting and profoundly true to life! Thank you for sharing
and for caring! May the Lord continually sustain you, be encouraged!
THE IMAGERY IN THIS WORK IS EXCELLENT AND ALONG WITH THE GREAT PHRASES, THIS IS ONE REALLY WELL DONE WORK. I WOULD SAY THAT THIS KIND OF 'SUNDAY' GETS TO BE HAD BY MANY...AT LEAST ONCE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Regis,
I am so glad this is not about you! You deserve much better. This is truly sad, but what and how you expressed the message in this poem is what makes you such a great talented poet. Kudos to you again.
Nicole
Hi Regis, I know this well. You write like you're a camera that picks up all the psychological detail that a moment gives... thank you for sharing this... a very perceptive man you are...
We have all had bad Sundays. We find so many ways to ease the pain, or to cover our pain. Yet, reality does set in. Sometimes we try to heal the pain the wrong way. Although I have never been married and I am 41 years old, my heart has been broken several times in various relationships. I have found that the best solution is to do the things that you enjoy doing, but avoid the wrong or destructive things. Being close to nature, taking a hike, a baseball game, or something outdoors can help to soothe some of the pain. It can be painful getting out of bed on a Monday morning. Your poem, once again, touches my heart and reminds me of the different experiences that I have had as I try to heal the wounds.
Reviewed by Jane Rodway 10/1/2006 -this was me, using a false name, you know why.
Yes, this sounds like a sad sunday of desperation, loneliness and loss. The dreaded Monday has a way of making us face reality and realize the problems do not disappear with quick sex or even quicker drink, they just make them worse-loved this, Regis.
now that i've read only a little of you -- I still wish I knew the significance of the picture. If that's the "family" that's broken from divorce, no wonder the loss and pain, but I'm not sure about the picture. I know emptiness, but can't say I know it from divorce. A well thought out message from your soul. different from your shorter style. To me your more recent stuff is merging in on an almost american "anessa blaine" Either you or her or both are going to break words and phrases down to their essential souls one of these days and bear light to all of us lost in semantic darkness.
I like this, I don't know why, maybe it's because it's the perfect depiction of a kind of hopelessness we're all apt to have, on a bad-judgment kind of turn anyway... ;o)
If you love her, set her free; if she comes back to you, she truly is your soul-mate; if not, she never was. Divorce is hard. Time to reflect and examine...but never ignore your kids! They are taking it harder than you are. My prayers go out to you.
Peace&Grace,
Sharon
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2006
The cold sadness of life coming apart at the seams comes through in this soulful write. It certainly makes one appreciate the good we find in life -a new friendship or an unexpected encounter which turns it all around in a whirlwind of inexplicable joy. A beautuful write!
~Butch
YIKkkes, I felt 1 Word here REg. - EMPTY- and my Heart goes out to you.... Stay in the Postive mOment~! Nomatter what~ I CAre and I like how you share! When I went through my Divorce of 19 yrs. to the same man 2x.s - Couldn't take the emptiness anymore and it takes #2 to make it all work! I dreaded days, and I finelly started looking deep inside of ME... and went there! WArm HuGs, Sheeoxo
Such honest, bare feelings. I used to feel this way about Sundays. And I was going through a divorce at the time too. I related very well. However, I would have preferred the waiter not the waitress. lol. excellent
Reviewed by S J (Reader)
Reviewed on October 7, 2006
Regis, Your words took my breath away. This is a beautiful and insightful poem, it is filled with soulful depth!
Sheila
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on October 7, 2006
Never aplozie for writing from your heart ............!!!!!!
Within this sadness the reader can view the uplifting positive vibrations that the writer has even on one of his darker days.
Looking forward to hearing about your Mondays......knowing you will always share your other days too :-)
Deep, heartfelt poem Regis! So true of the lovelessness that burdens many hearts beating on this planet right now!
Thank you for sharing an extension of humanness.
Love, Suzie
One can relate to the emptiness, the morning after, the bewilderment. The hole in your soul says it all. When two souls are no longer one its rarely joyful. But you need to know that no matter how you feel there is happiness in this world. Of course the poem is not about you, but empathy.
I love how you describe that she is "everything and nothing". It beautifully illustrates the desperation of the moment. But, there's a sad hope at the end that tomorrow is Monday. Well done.
Wow Reg!
This is some powerful fare...and serves as a fine warning to all....how easily,one can fall into the morass; how desperate then, becomes the struggle, to be redeemed!
Did you throw away your one chance at happiness when you first began to use the D word? (not you, Regis) Try some of the C words -- Counseling, Commitment, Caring, Compassion.
We know marriage is under attack, but isn't it worth fighting for?
You know, life ain't pretty, and people make these mistakes everyday not thinking of the consequences. What don't we all just wait on God to bless us with something that gives us peace, and not a superficial thrill. If we were all honest with ourselves we've all gotta admit our falling short of the glory of what God expects from us.
blessin's Bro Regis, glad you wrote this. It may have saved someone's life.
cynth'ya
I'm just back in town again and was delighted to see a post of yours...anxious to comment although it may be difficult not to repeat those of the many why have read before me....Such sadness in life's quick fixes and love that only seems to be a temporary escape, one that simply fills the bill or serves as a band-aid. Would someone need the quick fix if love were all encompassing. This would make for a dreary Sunday of introspection or one where the depression of the situation of life is just so empty that one choses to sleep rather than wake to a potential about face solution. Devastatingly emotional...negative loneliness. I ended a poem nce with "Wishing it were Sunday and raining"...the opposite end of the spectrum...contentment...and excuse to stay in bed with someone special. But then again, so many think of Sunday as the end of the weekend rather than the beginning of a beautiful holiday.
I am so glad you prefaced this poem!
Hugs,
Taylor
A painful read, Regis; too many (including me) can identify. Excellent sharing, my friend, well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Jacqueline Marshall (Reader)
Reviewed on October 2, 2006
This poem really capatures the feeling and pain of divorce wounds. Even if better off after divorce, something inside still seems to go missing. Insightful poem. JM
Ah, so sad to see good love go bad, as the Everley brothers sang.
I think we could all do with a life manager at times. Some celebs
have a fitness trainer manager, to get them out of bed. Some people
have a good woman to get them into bed... but that's another story. :-)) best wishes, Regis!
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2006
The killing pain... Been there twice, only thing is to go through it and with your head high. Life was meant to be tough, it is the tough times that make us....
But on monday you have to work, and have no thoughts other than work, each new day is a better day and any day above ground is better than the alternative...this might be sad to some, but I just think of it as life, what can you do...Ed
Dear Reg...it doesn't get much sadder. This is when we're are glad for the saying "This too shall pass" Can anyone really say hurry Monday, perhaps in some situations yes...You're in my thoughts and prayers, and I know it will get better...Exceptional write!...
Ah, Reg, I can feel the desolation from your poem even here.... one part of a life moves on, another starts. Sometimes we even know we are doing a wrong thing, or a sad thing, but we trudge on anyway. I understand your writing this - many times I feel a deep sadness even though there is nothing greatly wrong in my life at the time. We all bear sadnesses in our hearts. Excellent write.
This is a real heartbreaker, Regis. When those you love don't want to have anything to do with you, it can be difficult to muster up the courage to move forward. Excellent, but very sad write.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2006
Sometimes life is a mess, but as with a storm there is always fine weather afterwards. The mess has a habit of resolving itself. If only we have the will to be positive. Victor
Life has pitfalls all over our path. You jump over some and fall into others. The idea is to learn from the ones that result with the abyss pf pain. I'm sorry if this is true . You will learn now from pain. Your pen is heavy with regret. I felt it's depth.
Susan
This is so full of emotion, Reg. You've captured the feelings surrounding the infidelity very well. An excellent write ... (and I'm glad it's not about you, my friend).
Many hugs,
CJ
They say " Stolen waters taste sweeter "...but there is a high price to pay for indiscretions of the heart...
Nobody is perfect, and we all have flaws, that is why we need the Grace of God to stay on the Straight and Narrow..
Peter
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2006
Yes, this sounds like a sad sunday of desperation, loneliness and loss. The dreaded Monday has a way of making us face reality and realize the problems do not disappear with quick sex or even quicker drink, they just make them worse-loved this, Regis.
Hmnnnn interesting write of unimaginable heartache and longing, also had a tenency to keep going back to the picture of the three pretty ladies to try and figure the correlation between them and the picture you painted. Interesting.
Fee
Life, emotionally, can be a labyrinth of complexity.
When our hearts yearn for something that is elluding us, we can often do things that we regret later. pain and suffering often causes the mind and heart to wrap around itself and block out the light.
If we find our meaning in those things transient, we will end up trapped in the intoxicatingly unrequited need that put us there in the first place.
I do appreciate a man with an open heart such as you ...
Light, Love, and wisdom to you friend ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Wow! very powerful words...We're not always happy, and some of my most unhappy days have been on Sunday's and usually because I dreaded Monday, back to reality...of whatever the situation. I've always said that we are given our words to help someone, sometimes ourselves, sometimes for someone we don't even know...I'm sure that these words touched the heart of someone today, and probably days and nights to come...
Blessings to you and whom this was meant for,
Joyce Bowling
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2006
Sad so sad but it does relate to many I could of in the past. You expressed what many feel and well done...
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I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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and for caring! May the Lord continually sustain you, be encouraged!
Much Love,
Margaret
I am so glad this is not about you! You deserve much better. This is truly sad, but what and how you expressed the message in this poem is what makes you such a great talented poet. Kudos to you again.
Nicole
In Spirit,
Bear
The character in this poem is so real and vivid. I can feel this person's painful state. Seems to be at a crossroads. Love and Hugs,
Sheila
Very deep - thanks for sharing this poetic masterpiece!!
Best regards,
Lance
Yes, this sounds like a sad sunday of desperation, loneliness and loss. The dreaded Monday has a way of making us face reality and realize the problems do not disappear with quick sex or even quicker drink, they just make them worse-loved this, Regis.
Rose
Peace&Grace,
Sharon
~Butch
Love and Peace, B&R
Sheila
Within this sadness the reader can view the uplifting positive vibrations that the writer has even on one of his darker days.
Looking forward to hearing about your Mondays......knowing you will always share your other days too :-)
Thank you for sharing an extension of humanness.
Love, Suzie
Helen (((HUGS)))
Brett
This is some powerful fare...and serves as a fine warning to all....how easily,one can fall into the morass; how desperate then, becomes the struggle, to be redeemed!
Excellent, excellent!
Love, Rhonda
Peace,
Carolyn
We know marriage is under attack, but isn't it worth fighting for?
You write a sad, but common story, Reg.
Connie
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
blessin's Bro Regis, glad you wrote this. It may have saved someone's life.
cynth'ya
Paul;-)
Hope you are okay dear one!!
Love TinkaSweets
I am so glad you prefaced this poem!
Hugs,
Taylor
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Chrissy
I think we could all do with a life manager at times. Some celebs
have a fitness trainer manager, to get them out of bed. Some people
have a good woman to get them into bed... but that's another story. :-)) best wishes, Regis!
smile and be joyful tomorrow is another day, another day for God's blessings.
ann
RM Green
Myrna
Love and hugs,
Eileen
You have managed to make it
An outstanding piece
Thanks for sharing
Peace Be With You
William
Peace. Joyce
TRASK
Take care,
Sherry
Susan
See ya.
God Bless,
Lew
Many hugs,
CJ
be happy.
Thanks for sharing......
They say " Stolen waters taste sweeter "...but there is a high price to pay for indiscretions of the heart...
Nobody is perfect, and we all have flaws, that is why we need the Grace of God to stay on the Straight and Narrow..
Peter
"You watch the one you love
You know to you she’s everything
And nothing"
I do believe, if choices like this are made by him, there is reason for him to have a "Bad Sunday".
That said, this is a compelling poem, Reg.
Micke
Fee
Susan
Life, emotionally, can be a labyrinth of complexity.
When our hearts yearn for something that is elluding us, we can often do things that we regret later. pain and suffering often causes the mind and heart to wrap around itself and block out the light.
If we find our meaning in those things transient, we will end up trapped in the intoxicatingly unrequited need that put us there in the first place.
I do appreciate a man with an open heart such as you ...
Light, Love, and wisdom to you friend ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Blessings to you and whom this was meant for,
Joyce Bowling
Blessings & Peace,
Joselyn