I fall into my poetry, sometimes,— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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
someday.
gallagher
04 apr 84
Irvine
Archive for April, 1984
1984-04-04
Wednesday, April 4th, 19841984-04-10
Tuesday, April 10th, 1984Whenever I go away from her— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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
gallagher
10 apr 84
Irvine, CA
1984-04-23
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.
gallagher
23 apr 84
Irvine
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —