Mindspace Blown

Day 29 of my review of the last twelve months and a poem about the gap between my ears…

Made of sticks and stones

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One must have a mind of spaces.
Imagining windblown silence
In a meadow, summer ripe with butterflies.
In between the hustling tornadoes
Of traffic jams and parking fines.

Or the pin prickle caress of spring rain
Washing skin cleaner than baptism,
One’s soul dancing with the divine.
Between inhale and exhale, seeking
A sanctuary for the urban mind.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

 This poem is the first to come from a series of five prompts from ‘How to Write a Poem’ by Tania Runyan

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Hush

Day 24 of my review and a poem about nature and the power of silence…

Made of sticks and stones

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Susurrus,
Wind kisses upon the water.

The breeze stirs the leaves of the willow,
Moving like the fingertips of a dancer would.
Elegant branches,
Limbs of an acrobat, sway
Dipping low agitating the mirror calm
Of the tranquil pool.

Elemental water and sylvan spirit of living wood
Allowed to commune,
Within this companion silence.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Mindspace Blown

photo credit: Bible Verse Photo Medical Cellblock with Verse (Free HI-RES) via photopin (license)

One must have a mind of spaces.
Imagining windblown silence
In a meadow, summer ripe with butterflies.
In between the hustling tornadoes
Of traffic jams and parking fines.

Or the pin prickle caress of spring rain
Washing skin cleaner than baptism,
One’s soul dancing with the divine.
Between inhale and exhale, seeking
A sanctuary for the urban mind.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

 This poem is the first to come from a series of five prompts from ‘How to Write a Poem’ by Tania Runyan

 

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Hush

photo credit: Kodak TX @ 100mm via photopin (license)

Susurrus,
Wind kisses upon the water.

The breeze stirs the leaves of the willow,
Moving like the fingertips of a dancer would.
Elegant branches,
Limbs of an acrobat, sway
Dipping low agitating the mirror calm
Of the tranquil pool.

Elemental water and sylvan spirit of living wood
Allowed to commune,
Within this companion silence.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Earthly Paradise

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I imagine a place
By a stretch of golden sand
Where azure waters kiss the beach
And palm trees sway in the gentle breeze.
While birds in gaudy feathered dress
Dance on high, in never ending flight.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Nothing Between The Ears

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I love the spaces;
The gaps in the world;
The alone times.
The wilderness of longing
For something,
The next thing, to begin.

I love the times
Spent just looking
Out the window.
At a spider building a web,
Its life hanging
On a gossamer thread.

I love the dreaming.
The planning
For world domination.
While just sitting
With a coffee
And my head in the clouds.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Runaway train

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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.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

A deep breath

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Stop!

Look around.

No one else is crying.

The only one

You are hurting

Is you.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.