Imperfections

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The memory is imperfect.
Sullied by the truth
I recall.
The jagged edged blade
Gives birth to the scar.

That crumbling fortress sheltered my hopes.
While in tableau
We witness the fleeing form
Of the hero of the tale,
The stumbling clown.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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That Has Made All the Difference

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We got lost upon the way,
Separated, you and I
At some bend in the road.
For when I looked ahead
You were no longer there.
There was just the solitude
Cast by the shadow of the trees
That led along the untrodden path;
Deeper into the dark
Way through the woods.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

In Time and Space

As I watch the world pass by

While I sit here at this pavement cafe,

It is hard to believe

The universe does not rotate about me.

For I could imagine

That this could be anywhere,

Montmartre at the dawning of the Belle Époque

Or a Martian thoroughfare in twenty-nine fifty-three.

For as I sit here a cup of coffee

Cradled gently in my hands

Snatches of human drama

Are carried to me on the breeze.

While I contemplate what comes next

I realise I’m like the wise man

That sits under the tree,

While I cannot see it all from here

I understand what I need from the universe will come to me.

 

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Autumn Approaches

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The leaf feels a little more yellow
Instead of vibrant, living green.
And the Prop’s Department have been busy
Concocting the perfect setting for the latest scene.
The wind’s rustling sounds like an expectant crowd,
Then comes the hush – the light grows dim.

The atmosphere plays the percussion part,
Variations on a theme.
We may fear the crescendo,
But there is wonder in the season –
When it gets loud.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Virtuosity

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Moments with you
Are like fleeting glimpses of colour
In a black and white world.
An alternate reality
Seen out of the corner of the eye.
A mystery,
A dream,
Acted out on a silver screen.
You are the warmth of the summer sun
After the cold of the winter’s rain.
You are a kaleidoscope of experience
Come battering down my door.
A heartbeat,
Only fleeting
And an embrace
Which fades to memory
Too soon.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

The Game is Life

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The wheel is set spinning
And the future becomes the past.
The fates have decided blindly
If destiny should treat you kindly,

If your innocence should last.
But if the universe has an underpinning,
If there is but one golden rule,
It is that the gods play dice with you.

In the end you can never win
Because whatever strategy you choose
They’ve seen it all before
They’ve predicted every score.

Because heads they win, tails you lose.
The scales of justice have weighed your every sin.
For the gods take pleasure in being cruel.
Beware for the game is rigged when the gods play dice with you.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Falling Out With Gravity

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I can go on no more

With this merry-go-round orbit

While waiting on your pleasure.

Waiting for the moment when you and the stars align

And you make a decision

If we will part or go on together.

Am I to become your satellite?

In the grip of your embrace,

Warmed by the light of your sun.

Or am I to be hurled out into the void,

The frigid dark between the stars,

To wander alone for millennia.

 

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Raindance

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The return of the rain
Brings me to life again.

The touch of this holy water
Upon my skin
Washes me clean
Lets me begin once more.

The passion of the raindrops
Freefalling to the ground
Is the baptism of hope I need
So that I feel born again.

It resurrects a faith
That had all but died.

I feel rain, I feel alive.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Random Love Tricks

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She is not here, she is gone.
Just a mirage at the oasis for the lovesick.
Only a temporary delusion
That she ever could have existed in this world,

In my world.
In the barren desert of my heart.
In the endless silence
Between the heartbreaks

That in the infernal night
Wraps me tight within its arms.
Because I’m alone
For she is gone.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Beyond

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There is no horizon only now.
No future, no past
Only the moment while it lasts.
Then forgotten,
Like dust dancing in the sunlight
With no memory of how
It came to be there.
Like raindrops
That fall earthwards
Hurtling down towards the embrace of the ground
Not knowing if there is a purpose
To existence.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.