How dry the leaves and empty— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
my first winter into the thirties
I could disappear without contact
be a person lost without love.
I’ve told Rose I won’t come back now
and the winter starts to blow,
I’ve told Rose I’d love to see her
but when she moves I know
she’ll take her summer laughter with her
and leave me here to grow.
She’ll take my love and son then
and leave me here to know
how dry the leaves…and empty
when the winter winds begin to blow
and alone and empty I am
as I begin to know…
But I chose these winter empty stomach days
and I chose the waiting for my life’s new phase
and lead me to the summer sunshine
where I’m bound to go.
gallagher
feb 25, 78
Archive for the ‘People’ Category
1978-02-25
Saturday, February 25th, 19781978-03-03
Friday, March 3rd, 1978Some ladies just leave a hole— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
once they’ve passed thru
I’ll never free myself
from their memories
I miss them like a child
some level of sanity shock
they gave me, I needed it
and still do
Diane, Carol, Suzanne, Kathy
all left me remembering
their reality
How can I replace
Diane’s electric feelings and contradictions
or Carol’s intelligence and clear mind
or Suzanne’s psychic eyes
or Kathy`s poise and efficiency?
I want those realities, new or old
everything else is a game of forms
shock me with depth, life,
I’m not afraid to dare, try me.
gallagher
3 mar 78
1978-03-13 The ides again
Monday, March 13th, 1978The ides again— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Brittle days these
between my lives, dying
her cries tear at me
and some days my own loneliness
mocks me.
I feel her pain,
the pain of love ripping out
by the roots.
Today I wake empty
and feel alone all day.
I want to be held,
and earlier line haunts me…
‘What wonderland jungle is this that I’ve chose
in exchange for the loving nearness of Rose.’
Today, I want to lean on someone
but Rose is packing her love away
and I can’t pay her price.
gallagher
mar 13, 78