Tag: love | Martin O Regan

What DO they think

Posted on October 31, 2017 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

What DO they think of us

Our parenting books

Our observational comedy

Our moaning about fatigue

Expecting sympathy

Perhaps even pity.

What do they think

Raised hard and poor

No TV, no distractions.

Electronic nannies!?!

No nannies, no babysitters at all

Except the eldest

Who kept the youngest along

And the other in line.

What do they think of us

With our worries and our fears

Those who witnessed glass smashed,

Fingers broken and much more.

What will we think when we’re like them?

In Plight

Posted on October 20, 2017 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

My mother’ grip weaker but tighter too

A desperate plea to me and to mortality

The love abounding but unstable

The conditions placed upon herself weigh badly.

“Was I a good mother?” the plaintive quest to understand

The fear of an Unforgiven.

Yet what her memories paint and what of them remain

I cannot judge

But what I can induce is blame

That reassurances will never penetrate.

A child robbed of youth;

Or the joy therein,

Robbed of a father through the maraudings of a mean mother

And when his death arrived

Though grown

She was left alone against the politics of the justifiably estranged

Strained through years of conflict and contradiction.

So what then of my future in this mess?

A hand that will grip tight long after death

Is made of love and not the need for love

To reciprocate is joy

But to give without expectation is strength

And to never look for reassurances is brave –

Especially at the end.

In the end, Love

Posted on October 4, 2017 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

To hold the shadow dear, the faded memories

The loves lost

The fights had

The friends, the feelings:

To position them in a place of some importance

Each one a tool

To teach

To tempt us forward.

And yet upon a pedestal too oft residing

The pain descending

Like hot wax dripping

Time measured in its and your destruction.

Time measured backwards towards the hurt

As if nothing mattered anymore.

The blind fool lives for what is lost

The wise one dares to tread once more into the minefield

that is the heart.

I once dreamt

Posted on December 20, 2016 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

I once dreamt of something else
Not realizing it was somebody
And even when it became clear
I could never have said it was you!
It was only when I laid eyes upon you
That I realized in you my dream
All the darkness
Greyness
Light
Defined themselves in you.

The neighbours

Posted on November 27, 2016 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

The neighbours
I don’t want to speak to them
I don’t know what to say!
Is she better?
Which one?
The younger one too!?
We’ll see, as my words fail to smile.
I need all my energy for us now
And not for them.
I can paint their world with regalery
Once my own has again found stability.
First things first: Family then friends then neighbours I guess…
But who are they?

The darker they seem

Posted on November 20, 2016 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

The darker they seem
With each reach inwards
Each breach of skin and trust.
The pressure, the voices, numbing into shadows along the waste, the perceived pain.
Kisses falter against the torment
Caresses run against the grain.
In the idiocy of a moment
Something matters, something dumb.
There might even be a smile
Or bare intention lost in realizing it
To look ever onwards
And never back.
The pale parade of patient doctors,
Or nervous nurses,
And all the rest.
Inside a lair of greater healing
Before e’er the morning, comes this night first.

Back and forth

Posted on November 14, 2016 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

Back and forth on errand trail
The need for joy a subtle distance.
For hope itself disguised in rage
The world around now not a friend.
The silver lining wearing thin
Searching for the sun beyond.
Bit by bit a ray but then
A cloudburst too to spoil our mood.

Nighttime has brought

Posted on October 30, 2016 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

Nighttime has brought the rain
And I move away from One and two
Into the arms of another.
The chill breeze early evening replaced
The sun long gone, huddling into the west
Leaving darkness to greet the rain that’s coming down.
Street lights in their endeavour find sheen resplendent luxury
A luxury that weary minds ignore.
I leave one and two and pass through judgement to my charge
The other lady in my life already sleeping.

I have no news

Posted on October 22, 2016 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

I have no news, she sighed
And the other side went dead.
An audible silence seeping through
Conveying the weight of optimism.
A baby’s babbling could be heard there –
While here the morning sun dabbed corners
Expressing beauty from a clouded mind.
Soon the journey would begin
Not my calvary just my worry
Burdened, moving, questioning…
A bus door opened hissss
And closing beep beeped.
And onwards sailing,
Nearly there.

The provisions of…

Posted on October 10, 2016 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

The provisions of the day
Outside the window the premature darkness of a rolling storm sent wisps of flue steam directed away from their previous predelictions
Their swirl and curl and rise and flutter all shoved aside and southwards.
The sunset spilling o’er the newly coined immensity lit still a south and west that dared a sunset breach.
And the city in its awkward splendour, the castle regal there beyond, and even here the fine brick exterior(s), perhaps facade to feccund interior.
The streets beneath less travelled by or so a wishful thinker hoped, but each siren bore a patient prize, each car a reluctant visitor.
And from a perch as this I was set to thinking…
The rust streaked stained walls, the dust grey grating, the white bars solid to fulfil imprisonment
And in flicker of a sunlit window the laden clouds came contrasting
While from an enclosed balcony I gathered back my thoughts and looked through cracked-paned window glass
To where a child, my child lay, set to sleeping, perchance to dreaming, perchance to rest.

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