Infinity

 

Entwined,
Skin to skin.
No ending or beginning
This endless state we’re in.
 
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Midnight Falling

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Midnight falling
In darkness. Fingertips shadow chasing.
No beginning or ending. Caressing,
Holding –
Reaching out for this universal voiceless calling.
Mouthing,
Silently preaching –
Praying for this disintegrating…
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Looking Back

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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.
1
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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Wildfire

Day 22 – and it’s cold enough for a fire…

Made of sticks and stones

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Sets the sun ablaze,
Igniting the fire within.
Passion threatens
To overflow. As the muse
Takes hold and won’t let me go.

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The whatever

Day 12

Made of sticks and stones

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I am the scimitar,

The sword raised high.

The gentle breeze,

A baby’s cry.

I am the passion,

A lover’s smile.

I am a homeland.

A piece of shining rock?

I am the whatever

That moves your soul,

Not for the dying

But the living for.

 

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Wildfire

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Sets the sun ablaze,
Igniting the fire within.
Passion threatens
To overflow. As the muse
Takes hold and won’t let me go.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Barriers

Are you going to
Tear me apart, eat me up,
Strip flesh from my bones.

You’re in me. Will you destroy
Or just dare me to love you?

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Possibility ~ a tanka

Possibility;

New challenges calling me

To the horizon.

Burning passion, starts to spark.

Like the phoenix I will fly.

 

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The whatever

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I am the scimitar,

The sword raised high.

The gentle breeze,

A baby’s cry.

I am the passion,

A lover’s smile.

I am a homeland.

A piece of shining rock?

I am the whatever

That moves your soul,

Not for the dying

But the living for.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

(My world)

lights

Let me in,

Let me in.

You can’t keep me outside tonight.

You can’t keep me away from the light,

The flame you’ve lit is burning inside

And now all I want to do

Is share the sins of the world

(My world) with you.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.