photo credit: Claude-Yolande La robe bleue via photopin (license)
Secrets catch on the breeze,
Whispered by the wind
Like a sacrament of memory.
A tale no one knows how to begin
Or what should remain untold
To maintain this fragmentary truce.
If the wind should change
And withhold the truth
Until another day,
What then?
What becomes of the future
If secrets remain unspoken.
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photo credit: Natalia Medd Summer Wind via photopin (license)
Your heady perfume haunts me
That scent of you in the air.
Dizzying sensations that linger
Like the silhouette of a body
Just sketched on the pillow
When nobody is there.
I caught a glimpse of your shadow
A fleeting glimpse, just a hint
That you were there
Before it was gone.
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photo credit: Derek R Goulet Beach Bird via photopin (license)
Yesterday is not tomorrow,
Memories are not today.
All those childhood tears
Yet you are not crying now.
You survived my darling,
You survived.
And those heartfelt sighs,
Too, too many goodbyes.
Teddy bears the only lonely listeners,
And birds with broken wings.
Yet you survived my darling.
You may still fly.
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photo credit: Lieven SOETE Orfeo & Majnun ¬ 20161126.0237 via photopin (license)
I am make believe:
Nightmare and dreams.
Spectre of memory,
The furious fever in scenes
Of theatre macabre.
Phantoms, twisted fancy,
Lurking in shadows,
Poisons that won’t let you be.
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photo credit: Soap Creatives Time travel via photopin (license)
A time of dying
Leaves no one alive to keep
Memory alight.
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photo credit: kbetty An angel who doesn’t know he has a halo via photopin (license)
I keep hearing that song.
That song you played
When you were still something.
When you were still alive.
I remember you placing
Your hand in mine, trusting
You had the moments left
To do anything.
You had your whole life.
A million breathes to take,
A whole life and everything.
When you were still alive.
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photo credit: Ross Elliott CorfeCastle 0214 0801bw via photopin (license)
Jasmine twists across the tower doorway
Green vine only no flowers left,
No sweet perfume. Just castle ruins
A path forgotten, overgrown.
Gardens glory ages past
In this abandoned Camelot.
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This is the first part of a poem which I’m still working on. This first part was prompted by the above image though as it grows it seems to be moving on to deal with other things but these opening lines feel like a poem on their own. Hope you enjoy.
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Moments of pleasure
Memories
Glimpsed through the prism,
Of the looking glass.
Drunken revels,
Passionate nights,
Barefoot walks, wet sand sticking between toes
Because our shoes got lost
In running for the joy
Of the new morning.
The impossible light
That clings to the curves,
The shadows, the reminiscence
Of your footsteps.
That lead away from me
Along the stretch of beach
Towards the incoming tide
Becoming lost in the sea.
Drowning beneath the churning waves
Just as they now fade within my memory.
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The summer sun summons you away
Like a mirage dancing
First there and then gone,
To reappear again over there.
A between times moment,
False trail, just glimpsed
Out of the corner of the eye.
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If angels should pass upon this road
After I’ve long departed.
If you should hear them in the night
In the rustling of the leaves.
If you should speak with one of them,
Its voice, a half-remembered sound.
If they should ask,
What did his days on Earth achieve.
Then raise a glass with the angels
And speak only of the good times.
If after I have gone
You should ever think of me.
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Originally Published 14 September 2015
