Tumbling

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Tumbling snowflakes
Covering me, a blanket
Of winter conceals.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Haunting Season

I’m lost
To the four winds,
Scattered ashes,
Windblown leaves on an autumn breeze.
Longing to be a memory that makes it
Through the darkness of this dying season
That’s forever haunting me.
 
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Entropy

When I was a child
I moved at the speed of light.
Like the Big Bang packaged into a cowboy costume,
Infinite energy, perpetual motion.

Now that I’m older, I am slower.
Like that mechanical bunny I’m still banging my drum
But with battery running down,
A little tatty and grey at the edges.

Then when I am old, I will just be,
I will stay where you wheel me
As long as you apply the brake.

Until one day I will wind down
To that inevitability
All energy spent, skin paper thin and grey,
Absolute zero, last breath.

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But
Between now and then
There’s still a life to be lived
And while I might have put away some childish things
There’s no reason I can’t still laugh;
Enjoy life like a kid.

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Originally Published 22 August 2015 Edited 16 July 2016

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Footfall

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Just decay, echoes
Shadowing my footsteps
From cradle to grave.
 
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Embers

Let us kick off the Review 30 for November with the opening chapter of something I’ve been working on; other than world domination.

Made of sticks and stones

As I said at the beginning of the week I have been working hard on a new project. This has developed out of the final exam project for the University module I completed in the last academic year; a small idea that has grown and grown, this is its beginning.

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Chapter 1

A shout from one of her clan sisters brought her back to the moment. All the clans were coming together, flying south. She had never seen so many of her own kind before, eighty at least and more shapes appeared on the horizon all the time and slowly coalesced into the distinctive shape of more lizard birds.

Most were brown like her family. Some were grey, the winter sun glinting silver off of gleaming plumage, while others still appeared to sparkle an iridescent blue, light dripping on to their feathers…

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The scream

I hear silent voices
Speaking in languages
I don’t even know.

The disembodied reach out
Holding the stillness
Crushing its petals.

Running down the aisles
They despoil the chapel
That once housed my dreams.

While the hollow eyed sentinel
Extinguishes the last flame
Beneath its granite feet.

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Afterlife:

The dead man walked in
Sat down across the table.
He ordered up some whiskey
Poured us both a measure
He said “I’ve come back
From the other side
To deliver you a message.
The way you’ve been behaving
Left some Spirits mighty restless, boy
Like you’re hankering
For your own private
Judgement.
But there’s something you should know
Before you go and do an act that’s reckless.
It’s that Paradise is Hell,
It’s a one-way ticket.”
He laughed, as he finished off his whiskey
“So don’t be a hurrying
No need to go too soon.”

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Embers

As I said at the beginning of the week I have been working hard on a new project. This has developed out of the final exam project for the University module I completed in the last academic year; a small idea that has grown and grown, this is its beginning.

Chapter 1

A shout from one of her clan sisters brought her back to the moment. All the clans were coming together, flying south. She had never seen so many of her own kind before, eighty at least and more shapes appeared on the horizon all the time and slowly coalesced into the distinctive shape of more lizard birds.

Most were brown like her family. Some were grey, the winter sun glinting silver off of gleaming plumage, while others still appeared to sparkle an iridescent blue, light dripping on to their feathers like raindrops. While out front, leading them all, a white queen bird flew. Continue reading

Will you love me?

Day 4 of the 30 reblogs of November and another fragment of a lost poem from my twenties. God, I was intense back then… nothing’s changed.
Another reblog tomorrow plus an excerpt from my work in progress.

Made of sticks and stones

Will you love me for eternity

or whichever is sooner,

‘til the world finally collapses

in on itself

or the end

of my bitter days.

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Will you love me?

Will you love me for eternity

or whichever is sooner,

‘til the world finally collapses

in on itself

or the end

of my bitter days.