Nothing

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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Originally published 14 December 2016

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Carthage

Day 7 reviewing my posts of the last twelve months and a poem about the baggage we carry with us as we make our way through life …

Made of sticks and stones

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All I have inherited are the faults
That one generation passes on to the next.
I had the intention to succeed, I could have manufactured something true.
But my good deeds were carried out in the wrong context.
My sins are like grains of sand, a maelstrom
Of crimes and misdemeanours, wound tight about my bones.

While my spirit cries out to the fathomless vacuum of the night
About an exile from a home it’s never known.
About how I was the steward of all the darkness that my forefathers shared with me.
And I bear the tribal wounds as badges of pride. All the ancient resentments. The miscellany of faults.
Yet this land could have prospered if I could have shed the shackles of the past.
But instead I sowed fresh seeds in this soil cried out from my own…

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Moon Fall

Don’t tell me that the
Moon is shining while I’m still
Too busy crying.

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Salt in the Wound

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photo credit: Adi Korndörfer Sweet tear via photopin (license)

Tears rolling
Out of control,
Down to earth
Drowning us both.

If I could take back words
I would take back the hurts,
Chase away the tears.
Wipe away the fears

Say goodbye to it
And stop the crying.
Start your healing now.
Make you feel – new.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

 

Two Pieces

Promises and tears,
You cannot have one
Without the other.
Because what is a heart for
Other than to break into two.
 
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These Silent Stones

'The Artist's Halt in the Desert' by Richard Dadd http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/legalcode

‘The Artist’s Halt in the Desert’ by Richard Dadd http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/legalcode

I travel alone through this desert
Though my companions are many.
The silent stones around this oasis
Weep tears into the water

While moonlight glistens upon my fears.
False memories, these heartbeat melodies
Are the ghosts listening outside the circle
Beyond the fire glow, out in the dark

Shadows of the night. These desert sands,
An hourglass with eternity running out
A warrior’s fight with demons not of his making,
Surround me becoming part of my being.

I travel in silence, but never alone
While comfort and solace lurk round the oasis.
The darkness relents with the kiss of the dawn,
Earth rotates and day begins again.
 
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Indigo

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Tears stream in rivers from your eyes.
You did not see this goodbye in your dreams.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.