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1983-02-07 Gerdas Knife

Dennis — Mon, 07 Feb 1983 08:00:00 +0000



                           Gerda's Knife

      I watched 'Winds of War' on TV and then turned out the light
         And, on the stairs, in the dark, ascending
            I saw your father's knife as it hung in your bedroom.

      Its white metal patient these many years
         since another sun shown on it
            in the days of the German Reich.

      I could hear flags whipping, red and black,
         against the green of trees
            and the gray of building stones

      and, for a moment, felt the eyes of countless men
         as their hands caressed its handle's symbol
            and reveled in the power and purpose of a God given cause

      and then, these many years later, through chances too rare to say,
         I came and found it there in your room
            waiting patiently through all my childhood and travels

      A time machine from another land
         another time
            that almost changed my world

      I look at old photos, black and white,
         and so much time seems too stand between me and those images
            but with your father's knife

      I could hear the flags whispering
         in the crisp air of that unique time
            and feel their dreams across the years

                                    GALLAGHER
                                    7 Feb 83
                                    San Juan Capistrano

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-11-18 Gerda

Dennis — Fri, 18 Nov 1983 08:00:00 +0000

Gerda

What magic with this woman
that such a current of humaness
runs thru us together
that we lock into our perceptions
and feelings together
and with laughing eyes
within the trust born of deep knowing
we mingle, spirit to spirit,
like warm hands,
like family,
like children of God.

gallagher
18 nov 83
– at Gerda’s

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-04-23

Dennis — Mon, 23 Apr 1984 08:00:00 +0000


 
              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 —

1984-07-08

Dennis — Sun, 08 Jul 1984 08:00:00 +0000

Deep rivers of life and love there
and in her eyes and questions

Touched to the quick, with open hearts
we take aim on the future

Gordon and she … patterns and people
probabilities of the heart

Yea, though I walk thru
the valley of emotions….

Dear Gerda, people who change
between the rock and the hard place

Are twisting against the coils of their life
seeking any relief

Those who change thru simple awarenesses
they, …they did not need to do so

So who has made the deeper change
and the more enduring?

gallagher
8 jul 84
Vancouver

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-07-25

Dennis — Wed, 25 Jul 1984 08:00:00 +0000

Gerda and the book, 2150 A.D., taught me something
about sexual union
and spiritual compatibility…
it’s true.

We do have soul mates, brother and sister spirits.

Come and wash me in your peace, sister
and sooth the ache that waits forever
to be whole.

Eyes to eyes … skin to skin …
these, these cannot begin to express
how much we are kin.

gallagher
25 july 84
irvine

about Gerda O.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-07-25 For Gerda

Dennis — Wed, 25 Jul 1984 08:02:00 +0000

For Gerda

We walk by …we touch …we speak
rivers form and merge, divide and entwine
deep waters running
like music with no beginning …and no end.

We are one thing …and we are two, at once
my sister, my lover, my mother, my friend
we drink and the cup …the cup never empties
until we sleep.

We talk and laugh …and we cherish the ground
like children who have found a magic place
everything under our hands and eyes
becoming God …in us …complete.

gallagher
25 july 84
irvine

1985-07-26

Dennis — Fri, 26 Jul 1985 08:00:00 +0000

I’ve become indifferent
to Gerda, sexually.
We talked about it
on the fourth day…

Our friendship
runs a deeper course
and the ‘we’ we are
will survive.

gallagher
26 july 85
Vancouver

1985-07-28

Dennis — Sun, 28 Jul 1985 08:02:00 +0000

Acts of unknowing or of love
like pebbles in the stream
are quickly lost behind us
and regrets have no place
in the living river
for only at the moment of passing
can our feelings take form.

gallagher
28 july 85
Vancouver