The Visitor

For the eighth November, we have a poem about how nature can suddenly remind you that as humans we are just so small and insignificant.

Made of sticks and stones

The sunlight wavers
As clouds scud low
Above the surface of the moor.
A scarred moonscape it seems to me
But what do I know,
For my body no longer feels like my own.
Wind eddies swirl
Alien emotions wash over me;
I’m think this is my planet
Just not my home.

© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Midnight Wandering

photo credit: khalid almasoud Thinking after midnight via photopin (license)

Not a breeze stirs the waters.
Time seems frozen by this summer heat
As sweat wraps me in its sickly embrace.
I’ve gone walking at this midnight hour
In the shadows beneath the trees.
I’ve gone searching, searching for something
I can’t remember. Yet I know I’m lost.

© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

The Visitor

The sunlight wavers
As clouds scud low
Above the surface of the moor.
A scarred moonscape it seems to me
But what do I know,
For my body no longer feels like my own.
Wind eddies swirl
Alien emotions wash over me;
I’m think this is my planet
Just not my home.

© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Of Grace

 

photo credit: Holly Norval Lifted by the light via photopin (license)

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.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

 

A Poem of Spring

 

photo credit: Rusty Russ Flowered Tree – ReVisioned via photopin (license)

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.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.