The Petty Quarrels

I want to grow old enough for grey hair,
Nothing but grey hair and wrinkled skin.
Looking back out of the mirror at me.
I want to watch the sunrise tomorrow,
On a million more tomorrows.
Watch the sunset on my sorrows,
Say goodbye to the pointless squabbles
And begin again.

I want to share secrets with murmuring starlings;
I want to hold my breath beneath the water
While I dive in a spiralling dance with dolphins;
Embrace the metamorphosis like the butterflies;
Cherish each glorious kiss
And the way words linger upon a lover’s lips.
Leave the foothills behind and make toward the light.
Climb higher than ever when I begin to live again.

© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Stars Align

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I’m thinking of you
And I know you’re thinking of me.
Like a solar storm, we create electricity.
Apart but together,
Two hearts beating
Searching for synchronicity.
Hoping that the universe
Will move us closer,
Take pity,
Give us our very own galaxy.

© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

The Missing Pieces

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The silhouette still hides the soul.
The target can blind you
To the meaning of the goal.
And the missing pieces make you forget
How complete is your imperfect whole.

Though you may shatter, curse yourself
With seven years of bad luck
Pick yourself up. Ask for a little help.
Remember riches are weighed
In more than just their value as wealth.

All blessings glitter, not only silver and gold.
What is the day, without the night.
What is the warmth, without some cold.
What is the smile if not watered by a single tear.
What am I if separated from this troubled soul.

© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

I Will Not Go Down

“there is a crack in everything,

that is how the light gets in.”

Leonard Cohen

I will not go down,
These depths must be the deepest.
While this darkness is at its completest
I will hold fast. I will make a spark.
I will last out until dawn.
Until I can feel the warmth and the light
And this body becomes real to me again.

© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Breaking Through

For the 10 November here is a poem about the anxious mind and keeping hope alive …

Made of sticks and stones

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The grey clouds swirl around my mind
Like a million dark thought butterflies.
A cascade of believings before the facts
Chasing me through this subconscious realm
Up and down these roads, to hell and back.
Making me forget to look up occasionally
To see that the clouds do break
The sky here and there.
And in the distance through the haze,
A hint of blue is sneaking through,
To remind me that better days are coming soon.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Shadow of a Girl

There was a girl
Between the earth and the sky,
Shadow of a girl
Like a bird she did fly.

There was a girl
I spied between moon and sun,
But when I looked again
That girl had gone.

There was a girl
I saw across the lake,
But when I reached out for her
From the dream I did wake.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Falling Star

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photo credit: Thomas James Caldwell Go To The Light via photopin (license)

Catch a falling star
And try your best to keep it.
Don’t let the hate
Steal the light from you.

Catch that falling star
And then you share it.
Someone will always
Light the way for you.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Mantra

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It’s not worth the worry.
It’s not worth the stress.
It’ll soon be over.
This is as bad as it gets.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 25 July 2015

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New Year

I’m not afraid of you;
In fact I might like you.
You feel different
To all the ones that went before.
You’re going to be my friend,
Aren’t you?

© 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.