Lullaby

Can you be stalked by a song?
Followed in and out of your dreams by a rhythm.
Melody coiled about your subconscious,
Haunting your hours hidden in the shadows.
Music in the motion of the leaves
As they dance around, spiralling down
In autumn’s romance with gravity.
Lyrics twisting their way like a river
Through the landscape of your life.

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2.

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Encompass;
Two merging into one
As you wrap your arms about me.
It has inevitability,
It starts a chain reaction.
Electron excitation –
Two celestial bodies
In a slow dance,
Ever closer.
Synchronicity,
Merging into one.

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Trip the Light Fantastic with You

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Your motion in that moment
Is sinuous, movement neverending.
You dance the figure for infinity,
Sketching out your theory of everything
With your body. A prism you have become,
Your silhouette a rainbow as light explodes through you.
I am a spectator at the beginning of the universe
As time stops. Before my heart beats again.
I am a spectator at the beginning of the universe,
As with the electricity of your touch
I come to life; I breathe again.
 
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Luna, Luna

Day 23 and a poem that I found I had written on the back of an old envelope and forgotten all about …

Made of sticks and stones

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Luna, Luna impossible,
Girl dancing by the light of the moon.
Dancing with stars in her eyes,
Barefoot and wild – my beautiful Luna
Hoping the morning
Doesn’t come too soon.
 
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Luna, Luna

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Luna, Luna impossible,
Girl dancing by the light of the moon.
Dancing with stars in her eyes,
Barefoot and wild – my beautiful Luna
Hoping the morning
Doesn’t come too soon.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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 

Last Dance

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.

Made of sticks and stones

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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.

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The Weaver

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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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Summons You Away

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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You

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.

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