Summer Blues

 

Blue notes cry
From inside the bar
Out across the bay.
The summer heat
About to break,
As thunder calls
On the rain
To wash the streets.
To sweep away
The worries of the everyday,
That never touch
This foreign shore
This island floating
In impossibility.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 26 July 2016

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Turn

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I wish I could have held you there
Half way down the stair
When you turned back and looked my way.
Captured your likeness in the fleeting moment
When the dawn light shone upon your hair
And the dust motes danced a halo about your silhouette.
For you’ve never looked more wonderful
Than on the day you went away.
 
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Moving On

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London calling, clarion sound;
Sweet perfume
Of the dirty old river.
Suburban debris
That flows to your heart,
Like so much flotsam and jetsam
Caught in the whirlpools.
These eddies within crowds
That cry out.
But don’t know
What it is to be free.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 29 June 2016

The Deal

Is it cruelty that prompts you
To withhold your touch,
To walk away, renege on the deal.

Or is this just a dance?

Are there steps I should know
If I desire to pull you close.
If I want you to hold.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 3 May 2016 

Maybe Next Time

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Maybe next time
Another place
Just not here.

Maybe tomorrow
A kiss
Instead of tears.

Maybe the sun will shine
On the other side,
Not on me
But that lucky guy.

Maybe another life,
A new beginning,
For this boy, but under
A different sky.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 27 April 2016

Schedule to Depart

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We’ve got time,
My love,
Too much time

But not enough patience.
For all the waiting around we need

To see each other in the right light
And fall in love again.

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Originally Published 18 March 2016

Mingle

Your arm is draped across my shoulder
While my arm is wrapped about your waist.
I can feel you smiling, as you look across to the sea
And you’re smiling at the ocean, that something so wonderful could be.

Your hand is clasped within mine
As we make our way barefoot across the sand
And seabirds dance above us in the utter blue of the sky,
While the sunbeams embrace the deep and ever-changing waves.

We halt motionless between sea and sky and dunes
And listen to the music, this tune composed by nature for us alone.
We stand and watch the tide encroach
Upon the beach, see it caressed by the gentle loving foam.
 
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The Dash in Between

From the first kiss
To the final wish
And everything in between.
From the baby’s cry
To the last goodbye
And all that’s in between.

Inspired by The Dash by Linda Ellis

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 3 February 2016

The Cartography of Skin

A tattoo of scars
Draws a map of how I’ve sinned.
It shows the route that I have travelled
In my journey on Earth, from birth until today.
Continents drawn contain the highest peaks
Where eagles dwell, then swoop down into
Vast valleys of despair lit only by lights absence.
There are islands of love here and there
Set adrift on barren seas.
While monsters lurk beneath the waves
As ocean tides rise and fall
With the pulsing of my heart.
With this tattoo of scars
I travel; on a path mapped by
This cartography of skin.

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved

Originally Published 5 January 2016

The Scar

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I’m love,
I’m hate,
I’m experience,
I’m the scar.

I laugh,
I cry,
I’m the crashing wave,
I’m the power.

I build,
I burn,
I’m going nuclear,
I’m the stars.

I’ll live
I’m strong.
Made of sticks and stones
Beyond harm.

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 18 July 2014