Wildflower

photo credit: garryknight Uranium Geranium via photopin (license)

Be a wildflower in a garden of roses.
When one door closes
Kick another one open.
Be little girl, whatever you want to be.

Be a daredevil on a tightrope,
A beacon of hope,
The last rays over stormy seas.
Be little girl, whatever you want to be.

Be a dancer without any music.
And if you dance to a tune
Make sure that you choose it.
Be little girl, whatever you want to be.

Be a horse galloping free.
Running wild, kicking up dust,
Trust yourself, do what you must.
Be little girl, whatever you want to be.

Be a wildflower in a garden of roses.
Be your own kind, something new –
Rambling free wherever you choose.
Be little girl, whatever you want to be.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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.

New Shoots

An endless cycle
Green gives way to brown, Then white
As the snow falls down,
But beneath the blanket
Crocus and snowdrop wait.

snowdrop

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Chill

Chill comes the night
That creeps in autumn’s shadow.
First frost, as gentle as a kiss,
Covers the land in stardust icing.
While in the bitter dawn a weakling sun
Sheds light on a frigid world left weeping.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Heaven help us, he’s been thinking again

I have been working my way through some old notes and came across these few lines.
It is not poetry or anything much of anything in particular, it is just a random thought and as it from old notes, I’m not quite sure what prompted it. Still, I thought I’d share it anyway.

Even if you allow
For reincarnation,
You only get one shot
At this life.

That’s it, no more thinking for now. I’ll go back to some more, aimless, staring out the window.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Rain

Day 22 of the 30 Reblogs of November. We are soon to enter the last week of November and it is hard to think of rain in a positive light at this time of year, but here is my attempt at sticking up for the rain…

Made of sticks and stones

Rain is dreams,

Dreams are light,

Light is goodness

And Goodness

Is drops of rain.

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Rain

Rain is dreams,

Dreams are light,

Light is goodness

And Goodness

Is drops of rain.