Another year of blogging nearly gone by and here’s a poem from last November to kick off my annual review of some of my personal favourites from the last year.
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And the lights go down
Night after night
And the orchestra
Go home to their beds.
And in the early hours
When I am alone
I wonder
If I should’ve asked you to dance.
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
And The Weaver starts spinning
She’s got you in a daze
Trapped you from the first moment
That her hips begin to sway.
Her motion beckoning you nearer
You’re longing for her touch.
It’s like your breathing is failing
And falling is not enough.
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© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
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The summer sun summons you away
Like a mirage dancing
First there and then gone,
To reappear again over there.
A between times moment,
False trail, just glimpsed
Out of the corner of the eye.
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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.
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The dancer twirls around the floor
Dancing for her own reflection,
Mirrored there upon the walls.
Why would she wish to dance with another,
When no one else understands the music’s call.
“Oh you pretty thing,” the music acclaims her.
The one and only, the belle, the dance desires her.
“Oh you pretty thing,” with every swish and glide,
The ecstasy, as the music rides her.
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
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And the lights go down
Night after night
And the orchestra
Go home to their beds.
And in the early hours
When I am alone
I wonder
If I should’ve asked you to dance.
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
It’s Day 2 of of the Review 30 for November.
Will we recognise the two minute warning?
Humanity’s last chance
To avoid our own destruction.
Will it be a familiar tune?
Like our grandparents would’ve known.
One to which we all can dance
As we pirouette off to our doom.
Will it be the sound of distant birdsong?
If there are birds still alive by then.
Will we recognise our last chance?
Have they already called last orders?
Are they playing our funeral march?
© 2014 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Will we recognise the two minute warning?
Humanity’s last chance
To avoid our own destruction.
Will it be a familiar tune?
Like our grandparents would’ve known.
One to which we all can dance
As we pirouette off to our doom.
Will it be the sound of distant birdsong?
If there are birds still alive by then.
Will we recognise our last chance?
Have they already called last orders?
Are they playing our funeral march?
© 2014 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
