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Poetry by Irish poet Michael O'Dea. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar, Lapwing Publications)

Showing posts with label Aging. Show all posts

Showing posts with label Aging. Show all posts

Monday, January 13, 2025

Which?

Which? The film strip of my life: the constant change, albeit slow: was I all of those? That youthful face, hardly; neither li...

Sunday, August 7, 2022

Face

I turn my head as a child, look back, see nothing. When I turn forward again my face has been gouged, there are splinters from the...

Saturday, July 25, 2020

Mirror Image

She looks at herself, and, rather than passing on, remains in front of herself, returning her stare returning her stare....

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Homeward

In the beautiful days of childhood, I was a kite filled with the exhilaration of blue skies; trees I climbed presented their branches...

Sunday, November 8, 2015

What Does He See Where I See Only Stone?

What does he see where I see only stone? The man is still, his gaze fixed on the ground but that gaze compels you to look agai...

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