Walking On

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Don’t stop, or look around
Don’t let emotion slow you down.
Keep moving honey,
Ignore the laughter of the clowns.

Don’t let the distractions
Distract you from your goal
Or break the rhythm of your steps.
For you’ve come so far

But there is still so far to go.
Don’t let the headwinds
Cry havoc with your mind
And never stop being kind to yourself.
 
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Janus

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When I look back through past days
Back at the twilight and the dark
Or forward at the approaching dawn.

I recall nothing more than the rhythm of my life
And that I’m the one who changed.
Yes I’m the one who got away.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Motion/Still

The second day of my review of the year and a poem about the universe just going on regardless.

Made of sticks and stones

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The memory fades away like the rain
Or a dream upon waking.
Just a dream, even a dream of pain;
Its shadow will pass
No matter the length of the shadow cast.

It dissipates as the dawn breaks
And the sun rises even against the moon’s will.
Yes the world goes spinning on
Despite all the tears cried against the tide,
Motion wins still.

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Crumbling Precipice

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There is this energy
Right here within me
And I’m poised on this precipice,
Readied to jump.
To fall, perhaps
As I attempt to fly.
All I know is that
I won’t go back
And I can’t stay here.
So there is nothing left
But to spread my wings
And try.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Motion/Still

photo credit: mugley wet purple dawn #2 via photopin (license)

The memory fades away like the rain
Or a dream upon waking.
Just a dream, even a dream of pain;
Its shadow will pass
No matter the length of the shadow cast.

It dissipates as the dawn breaks
And the sun rises even against the moon’s will.
Yes the world goes spinning on
Despite all the tears cried against the tide,
Motion wins still.

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Yes

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photo credit: rsmithing Amor Electrica via photopin (license)

Many years ago, I remember watching a documentary in which they had film of John Lennon explaining how the first time he had walked into Yoko Ono’s gallery the first work he had seen had simply consisted of the word YES! John Lennon maintained that if it hadn’t been such an unequivocally positive message he wouldn’t have continued looking around the gallery and wouldn’t have met Yoko.

I don’t know if I’ve always viewed the word ‘Yes’ as such a positive, I think it is easy to say yes to something without wholeheartedly committing to it. Whether that is saying you will take the bins out, volunteering for a project at work or saying you will help a friend. I know for certain I’ve been guilty of saying yes, but secretly having my fingers crossed behind my back and hoping someone else will do it instead.

However, one thing I can definitely say is yes to the question – has this been a good year.

Of course I’m not unaware of all the horrible things that are happening all over the world, the political upheavals and uncertainties, and on a personal note I’ve probably had as many setbacks as a normal year.

Nothing has really changed apart from my attitude to the world. It might be that I have slipped into a comfort zone but my previous experience of comfort zones wasn’t at all comfortable, because I had the uncertainty of what the universe would do to me if I dared to move out of where I was. This current feeling is one of balance and positivity. Yes it definitely helps that I can give some focus to my creative projects and I’m no longer trying to be a paper thin imitation of someone and something else.

This might be an illusion, I might be as deluded now as I was eighteen months ago and still heading in the wrong direction with life. But the difference is that eighteen months ago I would not have answered the question ‘is life good?’ with the answer ‘YES’.

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photo credit: jenny downing with every good wish via photopin (license)

I’m taking a blogging and social media break over the festive period (working to complete my poetry collection Wreckage for release in Jan/Feb 2017), so apart from a few scheduled posts which will pop up over the next couple of weeks this is it until the New Year.

If you would like to read some more of my work you will find a couple of my poems, December Alone and Safe Inside, included in the Winter Magic collection on wattpad.

Winter Magic

Finally, I’d just like to wish you all a peaceful and restful couple of weeks, thanks for reading and have a great and positive 2017.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

I Was Different Then

I used to love her
But that was then,
That was a different life,
A different circumstance.

That was when someone else
Held the strings
And I danced on
To someone else’s song.

My fate was controlled
My future was not my own,
A dice throw and happenstance
Outside of my control.

But now I take my chance
Out here on my own
Where freedom isn’t a delusion,
Not a bargaining chip

Illusion, bought and sold.
I used to love her
But that was yesterday
And yesterday is gone.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

UN-Living is Easy

I could un-live in unison
With all those dwelling down holes.
Lost within the rhythm of the swamp
Unwilling to swallow the poison
Offered by the medicine man.
Staying trapped inside the wheel,
The eighteen ’til seventy-five comfort
Of a paycheck and a pain deep in the gut,
And the bitter acceptance that the boss
Really does get paid to know less than me.

 © 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

 One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And take to the sky
 
Summertime, Porgy & Bess