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

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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.

Falling Into the Future

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Falling into the future,

When the memories will let me.

The memories that did beget me

And like a lover’s arms want to keep hold.

 © 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

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Exit from the Stage

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photo credit: Clown via photopin (license)

Forgive me if I disappear
Become a ghost,
A figment of the role you wrote for me.
For I no longer want to play at life
Or wear a mask in your tragedy.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Past-tense

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photo credit: Tiger via photopin (license)

The past is a stranger round here.
The neighbour we no longer speak to.
It’s not the tiger in the room
Because it’s not being ignored
It’s just lacking the teeth to bite us.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.