After today's poem, we'll just be a week away from completion! Can you dig it? I don't know if you're the same as I am, but I've found doing this prompts actually encourages me to write more during the month. I've probably written at least 30-40 first draft poems and/or random lines for poems that aren't posted on the blog. It's like each morning's prompt and poem is a jumpstart to thinking for the rest of the day.

For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem of regret. Get creative with this one, but there should be some form of regret either expressed or hinted at (even if ever so slightly). You do NOT have to use the word "regret" in the poem, though it's fine if you do.

Here's my attempt for the day:

"The Stupid Things We Do"

Where to go from here:
Keys locked in the car
with her 2-year-old
strapped in his seat and
crying himself red
with her new cell phone
in center console,
she knows she cannot
enter her house with
out breaking windows
or abandoning
her little baby.