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A momentary feeling
Of grace in the chaos,
Of calmness despite
This slow descent
Into catastrophe.
Just a glimpse
Into another universe
Like a stumbled upon path,
An oasis of plenty
In the forest,
Appearing out of the mist
On an April morning.
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Glittering shoreline
Early morning,
Reflections of silence
Mirrored in the mud.
Runnels and ripples
Curving like lifelines
Across the sand.
The natives read them
As if they’re fortune-telling,
Before with a ruffle of feathers
Coming in to land.
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Abandoned memories
Swirl on the breeze, coalesce
Together with unforgiving rhymes.
I struggle to pick out
The strands of imagination
And inspiration
Which I wish to pursue.
The dogs bark out on the moor
And the hounds of winter howl;
Last chance, last stand,
Against the creep of the calendar.
These lengthening days
That mark the changing season.
The reasoning hours of civilisation’s return.
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January is cold; barren season
That life has left a hollow shell.
Only decay can keep a death beat
Where once hearts in rhythm called ‘All’s well!’
Now chaos grows in frozen darkness
Ice warriors of this living hell.
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I’m hanging on, I won’t let go
And give in to this weakness
I won’t let you have the power.
This enchantment is part of the spell
As natural as breathing to you.
But I’m lost if I dare to desire.
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Day 28 of my review of the last twelve months and a poem about the fragility of life …
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Butterfly flutters
In the early autumn sun,
Holding on to life.
When forever is just a day
Every wingbeat matters.
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Day 24 of my review and a poem about nature and the power of silence…
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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.
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On high,
Eyes wide seeing all
Mapping the ground for signs,
Knowing all. Waiting for opportunity,
The bending of a stem spied below,
As talons tensing in anticipation,
You scry omens of good fortune.
A murder of crows takes flight
Cawing foreign curses as they rise
To give battle. Hooligan rabble
With threats seek to take control
Of the skies.
The prey slips out of your eyeline
As black wings beating furiously
Crows seek to crowd you out.
Wing dips as you circle,
The chorus waits to sing.
Thin rodent wriggles weakly,
Not what you sought
But gripped tightly between claws
The only meal you could beg.
For the brood that sing praises
For their mother returning home.
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This is from prompt number four of five
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Butterfly flutters
In the early autumn sun,
Holding on to life.
When forever is just a day
Every wingbeat matters.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
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.
