Like clouds of smoke that drift across me— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
these days … and those to come.
Love and feelings like warm rain
saving me from the empty summer’s heat.
Lise is here … with me in the mist
my hand in hers, our feelings one.
Time and our mortality, smoke and dust
we stand silently amid the moving fog.
We look, we wait, patient and fragile
against our future
and what will become of ‘us’.
gallagher
24 August 1985
Archive for the ‘Lise’ Category
1985-08-24
Saturday, August 24th, 19851985-08-24 August 24.85
Saturday, August 24th, 1985August 24.85 When it's all over; when I'm dead; when my ashes have been scattered over Bullocks, I'll still be around. Recorded for posterity in the circonvolutions of a computer's memory. Categorized under LB 1984, 85 and surely a bit of 86. I'll be between RG. and KA., KM., and GO., the ones I forgot and the ones I don't know about. Slices of my life crossing his. Words trying to transcend feelings, green characters on a gray screen. I wonder who will stumble onto those files. I wonder how much will transpire of the love, passion and magic that hangs in the air just now as I think of him. Perhaps it will all seem very pale compared to the poems of years to come and those of earlier years when his passion was burning out of control; for others. I'll be a small contribution, a shiny raindrop who fed him the water of life. He's grown so much through women. They gave him love and pain, ecstasy and agony. They pushed him to the limit, backed him into corners, they ate him up alive and he loved them all. And I owe them. The ones I read about with a knot in my stomach, and the shadows, beautiful unknowns whose influence I can only feel. He's their legacy to me. Each of them a chapter in the book of his life. But now he's mine to hold for a moment. And the added sum of his experiences comes through. My gentle lover, knowing, tender, strong. Yet, already he's getting ready to leave me. And I will send him away with tears in my eyes, a heart ready to break and pain in my soul and body. And for all the others who will hold him, I've made him richer, I've left my mark. They will owe me too; and they won't know the price of loving him until it's too late; like me. - about Gallagher's women. - on a Saturday afternoon he's spending with his wife.
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1985-10-18 Premonition I
Friday, October 18th, 1985Premonition I— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Lise said the other night
that she wasn’t sure why
but she wanted commitment
and it didn’t really matter
if she could explain it
or not.
And tonight when
that gripping aloneness swallowed me
I remembered stories of singles
at Christmas time
and I could feel the truth
in her words.
gallagher
18 Oct 85