Archive for the ‘Lise’ Category


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 —

1984-04-25 Lise

Wednesday, April 25th, 1984


Come burn me down
amid music and pillows
dusky eyes and dim light
smiles burning engraved

words like chance strangers
wandering between wider forms
of that feeling current
the silence communion dances

Lise comes from a time of grinding changes
that bay at her doors these days
they hem her and bind her, mocking her dreams
with endless vistas of worst to come

But here where we can own our hours
I find her beyond those definitions
strong with the wisdom born of struggle
and blessed with a spirit that will survive
she still knows how to play.

25 apr 84

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-05-20 Lise II

Sunday, May 20th, 1984

Lise II

I long for visions and connectedness
stare at people as if to see their souls
wait on the silences within me
to reveal some spiritual guidance
and find…
Lise on my phone in the afternoon.

I’ve been waiting for more
when I should’ve been
giving what I have away.

That I can speak to her need is a treasure
that I can feel her spirit there inside of her
shows my learning is here…

That I can share the joy I long for
sing the words I want to hear
offer the compassion I love
this can be my only gift

Believe my friend, believe…
for you make me believe.

20 may 84

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —