Dark Seas

The girl with the blue sky eyes is looking at me
From across the darkened room. A heat haze
Of emotion flickers like a lighthouse
Beam of day, as we catch each other’s gaze.
We share a smile, exchange a faint glimmer of
Recognition. Two islands that used to be one
Until the dark seas intervened and the current
Forced us to drift further and further apart.
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Empty Cages

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We went to the zoo today.
We saw the cockroaches at play.
Elephant and rhino have gone,
Of the panda there is only one.
Empty cages in the zoo today.
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In the Pit of My Stomach

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In the dark of the night time
In the cold of my bed
In the moments in between
When the feelings are raw.
When my mouth is slowly drying
And the words rot in my throat.
And the dreams are dying
Like autumn leaves falling in the breeze.
And I can’t unfeel what I’ve felt before.
And my belief is crumbling,
Oh so many nights of tears and dust.
Then there’s this feeling I get
In the pit of my stomach.
A chill like a knife blade
Twisting within my spirit and guts.
When I’d scream

If screaming counted for much.

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Wish Upon

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Sky searching, scanning the horizons of night
For a glowing ember of yesterday
To pin my hopes upon.
While the darkness is wrapped about me
Like a blanket, for the unbroken hours until the dawn.

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I wish I could have held you there
Half way down the stair
When you turned back and looked my way.
Captured your likeness in the fleeting moment
When the dawn light shone upon your hair
And the dust motes danced a halo about your silhouette.
For you’ve never looked more wonderful
Than on the day you went away.
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Moving On

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London calling, clarion sound;
Sweet perfume
Of the dirty old river.
Suburban debris
That flows to your heart,
Like so much flotsam and jetsam
Caught in the whirlpools.
These eddies within crowds
That cry out.
But don’t know
What it is to be free.
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Originally Published 29 June 2016

The Deal

Is it cruelty that prompts you
To withhold your touch,
To walk away, renege on the deal.

Or is this just a dance?

Are there steps I should know
If I desire to pull you close.
If I want you to hold.
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Originally Published 3 May 2016 


Your arm is draped across my shoulder
While my arm is wrapped about your waist.
I can feel you smiling, as you look across to the sea
And you’re smiling at the ocean, that something so wonderful could be.

Your hand is clasped within mine
As we make our way barefoot across the sand
And seabirds dance above us in the utter blue of the sky,
While the sunbeams embrace the deep and ever-changing waves.

We halt motionless between sea and sky and dunes
And listen to the music, this tune composed by nature for us alone.
We stand and watch the tide encroach
Upon the beach, see it caressed by the gentle loving foam.
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The Dash in Between

From the first kiss
To the final wish
And everything in between.
From the baby’s cry
To the last goodbye
And all that’s in between.

Inspired by The Dash by Linda Ellis

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 3 February 2016

The Cartography of Skin

A tattoo of scars
Draws a map of how I’ve sinned.
It shows the route that I have travelled
In my journey on Earth, from birth until today.
Continents drawn contain the highest peaks
Where eagles dwell, then swoop down into
Vast valleys of despair lit only by lights absence.
There are islands of love here and there
Set adrift on barren seas.
While monsters lurk beneath the waves
As ocean tides rise and fall
With the pulsing of my heart.
With this tattoo of scars
I travel; on a path mapped by
This cartography of skin.

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved

Originally Published 5 January 2016