Archive for April, 1984


Wednesday, April 4th, 1984

I fall into my poetry, sometimes,
like a dancer falls into the music
or an artist into his medium

It sweeps me
self-fulfilling creativity
passion and feelings
bound in the form of words

Exploding memories and convictions
and the realization
that I am going to share it all

04 apr 84

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Tuesday, April 10th, 1984

Whenever I go away from her
I ache from the sudden emptiness
where someone was.
She’s a slowly growing storm
an echo of childhood friends
and a future memory…growing warm.
She touched me once…
sudden compression of feeling there
like acres of skin
beneath a momentary tear

10 apr 84
Irvine, CA

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Monday, April 23rd, 1984

              I spent the afternoon unmoored;
              driven before the pressured storms.
              deadlines, complexity, frustration
              my centeredness ebbed, ...naked

              So what, here, now, as the evening falls?
              and Vollenweider's music plays
              and Gerda's letter lies on my floor
              and, perhaps, Lise will call.

              So what, here and now...
              Am I that manager, that programmer
              am I those tasks undone
              or Dick Pick's condescension incarnate?

              I am the father of my children
              the writer of poetry
              the lover of some women
              and a seeker of God in this world.

                              23 apr 84

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —