Beyond

Day 24 and a rumination on existence …

Made of sticks and stones

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There is no horizon only now.
No future, no past
Only the moment while it lasts.
Then forgotten,
Like dust dancing in the sunlight
With no memory of how
It came to be there.
Like raindrops
That fall earthwards
Hurtling down towards the embrace of the ground
Not knowing if there is a purpose
To existence.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Imperfections

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The memory is imperfect.
Sullied by the truth
I recall.
The jagged edged blade
Gives birth to the scar.

That crumbling fortress sheltered my hopes.
While in tableau
We witness the fleeing form
Of the hero of the tale,
The stumbling clown.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Beyond

photo credit: artberri Tanta via photopin (license)

There is no horizon only now.
No future, no past
Only the moment while it lasts.
Then forgotten,
Like dust dancing in the sunlight
With no memory of how
It came to be there.
Like raindrops
That fall earthwards
Hurtling down towards the embrace of the ground
Not knowing if there is a purpose
To existence.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Runaway Train

There is an energy within me,

A buzz.

It cannot be contained or bound

By structures or hours.

It does not acknowledge the rules of society,

It moves with an ever increasing head of steam.

Faster and faster

Pulling everything it passes into the vortex

Created by its wake.

A screaming maelstrom of chaos,

This hush.

 

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 6 April 2015