Showing posts with label Irish poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irish poet. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 12, 2025

Am I the stairs or climbing it?

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               Having moved through the years like clouds; reached a crescendo, passed through it, and still travelling to an endin...
Monday, January 6, 2025

All is still

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  All is still. I have stopped to listen, but there is only myself. If you shout, wherever it is you are, I will hear you because here,  I a...
Sunday, August 16, 2020

The Exultation of Larks

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And what a stream is to the sound of water, are larks to the air. Their effervesc ence all around as though life just discovere...
Tuesday, October 9, 2018

New Poem

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I have set myself up to write a poem and am sitting set before the screen and
Monday, July 16, 2018

Visiting the Corsetmaker

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 It was ireland in the sixties. Corset conversation veered very close to immodesty. Michael O'Hehir was the voice of Sunday afternoon...
Thursday, June 28, 2018

Beaten by life

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I had a friend who was beaten by life.  A keen poet once, by no means a great poet, but most extraordinarly honest and brave; think of a g...
Tuesday, June 12, 2018

I Love You

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The purple heads of the chives standing on their bottle-green stalks were June’s bright soldiers above the dun-coloured sandstone; b...
Saturday, September 19, 2015

Depression. One Fruit

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I must have written this on a quiet night. Occasionally I get depressed. Then the forward flow  of life is arrested and a disappointment...
Thursday, September 3, 2015

The Clouds have overrun the sky

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    The whole countryside’s a fluster: meadows quivering, a tree is screaming, the boulders have clapped hands over their e...
Monday, March 17, 2014

Looking at You

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  How her face changes when she is sleeping. I have not seen that face before, where is she? Where do the zillions go in the sleeping ...
Friday, September 7, 2012

Explaining Our Madness

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A friend, contemplating the various madnesses of humanity during the week, mentioned the irony of governments paying people to save lives an...
Thursday, August 2, 2012

There Are Stars All Around

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I am sitting on a park bench   with a pool of sunlight almost on my lap;   a cosmos of flies, galaxies in Brownian motion,   fi...
Saturday, April 28, 2012

New Poem-Nature is Music

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Following on from the last post,  this is one of the new poems.I'm using it as an introduction to the piper's music, the music of na...