A momentary feeling
Of grace in the chaos,
Of calmness despite
This slow descent
Just a glimpse
Into another universe
Like a stumbled upon path,
An oasis of plenty
In the forest,
Appearing out of the mist
On an April morning.
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
One must have a mind of spaces.
Imagining windblown silence
In a meadow, summer ripe with butterflies.
In between the hustling tornadoes
Of traffic jams and parking fines.
Or the pin prickle caress of spring rain
Washing skin cleaner than baptism,
One’s soul dancing with the divine.
Between inhale and exhale, seeking
A sanctuary for the urban mind.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
This poem is the first to come from a series of five prompts from ‘How to Write a Poem’ by Tania Runyan
Thank you to all in the WordPress community, out on Twitter and Facebook too, that allow me to express myself.
Where would we be without the ability to put thoughts onto paper – whether as fiction, poetry or in art.
I glimpse it beyond the next horizon.
I see it if I close my eyes.
I hope one day to understand it.
Hold it in my hands, view it’s DNA.