Tag: summer | Peter O Regan

Puskin played his part Why not I?

Posted on November 1, 2019 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

That I May yet across a summer glade brooding

Imagine love true love through my boyish vision

And yet may I remember it hence

At a time this time of writing

With the clarity that would as it was passing now.

That I May yet paint a picture truly

Not guided by a dream not dreamed but stolen

That I may figure such words as love

From a canvas freshly met and at points still dripping.

That I May yet open up to my losses

Counting them fairly not feigning to carefree

That I may recognize each moment’s worth

Or accept that at times I could have done and more bravely.

Impressions

Posted on October 18, 2019 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

Friday fifth of July
Just over on Leitrim Street and Watercourse Road
Sun gleams through the freshness of the morning
Heating me from the inside.
Up at the Revenue’s Maedbh is nice
Her voice over the phone courteous, kind.
Next up and over through older and new
Along Lansdowne terrace then the top the Hill
To the school, my next stop, and where this summer will…
The laughter the smiles the general avoidance
Till mentioned and breezed over
Short-changed on overdue promises
Back through the city
Doing Pana at a stretch
Trusting and coiling till the Mall once again.
The bank building
A beauty, a glimpse of times past
The twenty on the floor
Unclaimed then named mine.
And last but not least
To the corner, Union Quay,
Not to Charlie’s but next door
Into the Grind and coffee
The comings and goings
The stories the chat
Another place I could drop into
If I ever really came back.

If I ever came back
On my own terms only
A nine to fiver would kill me
Of this now I am certain.

Unrepentant

Posted on May 4, 2017 by martinoregan • 0 Comments

To flounder in the muggy mind of breathlessness and beer
The spring arrives to summer and yet lethargic I am charged
The older woman found wanting upon the step inclined
A hand up a chance received renewed am I inside.
What kindness then that with intention for its own reward
The Quickening delighted note though as of yet not marred.

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