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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?

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  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

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  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

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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

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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?

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  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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