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This tension isn’t tension anymore.
The moment remains a moment nothing more
Not static electricity but stasis.
The erotic drift stalled by the current,
Yet life goes on. Living out our loves
In isolation, suspended animation.
Living life each of us, you and I,
Within an impregnable dome.
A force field created to keep the pain out
That only succeeds in keeping love at bay.
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 3 March 2018


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Dark shadows, disembodied voices
Floating in the night,
This world beyond the window.

In fragments of modern art –
Bright lights and disappointment.
In search of answers

When there never was any meaning.
Just this spiralling deceit
Diverting us down one-way streets.

Twilight whispers
Spark tongues of flame.
Yet unaware, we stay the same.

© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


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Why do you like me she said,
And I couldn’t answer.
I just knew that I wanted
Her to be at my side
For a millennium or two
While I walked down the road.
Wherever life and the breeze
Happened to take me.
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.



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photo credit: HibaHaba Moonlight on ice and water via photopin (license)

Silence isn’t listening
It’s talking to the moonlight
Floating on the lake.
Answers –
Forever out of reach.
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

What it Seems

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photo credit: biizz it’s not over via photopin (license)

What happens if I distrust the rumours
But take your sweetest lies as facts?

Well the honey bee knows
That the strongest perfume can disguise the truth
And that the prettiest blooms can sometimes be empty inside.
It’s like the stag that has learned to fear the silence
Because of the danger that lies in autumn shadow.
Or the wind that cries softly in November,
For remembrance of what winter brings.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

This is the final prompt of five from ‘How to Write a Poem’ by Tania Runyan, and is all about unanswered questions.