Low Tide

photo credit: Crunchy Footsteps Tidepooling in La Jolla- tide coming in via photopin (license)

photo credit: Crunchy Footsteps Tidepooling in La Jolla- tide coming in via photopin (license)

Wave after wave,
This life of leavings and goodbyes.
No crescendo just diminuendo,
Petering out into silent partings
And solitary sighs.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Shapes in the Trees

photo credit: ®DS Fading Lines via photopin (license)

photo credit: ®DS Fading Lines via photopin (license)

All just faces amongst the trees.
These illusions we don’t want to believe.
The madness and violence of dreams –
Insomniac visions, streetlight projection on walls,
Winter winds stirring the childhood bogeyman to life again.
Night flights, fever and tears, evils that breed in my mind.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Metamorphosis.

A beautifully simple and sparse poem, from Phoebe

Phoebe, MD: Medicine & Poetry

Swathed
within the confines
of her tendrils
Cocooned
by the veins
of trepidation

the constraint
of knowledge

of an image
of that which
she was meant to be.

Achingly
she fights
sinews stretched
tendons taut
‘tween flesh and bone
Shattered
is her strength
Dissolved
are her fears
and the form
she once knew.
She awakens.

With wings spread, she flies away…

…and does not look back.

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Writer’s Block

The cursor flashes green,
The cursor flashes urgent
Shouts out a warning
A tattoo drumbeat
An S.O.S. in Morse code

A mayday that I’m drowning
In this barren desert I call home
Amongst the snowstorm, whiteout
Just blank pages as far as the eye can see
 
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