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And yet I’ve stayed. Against my freedom, against my veins.
I stayed and forgot myself in the mirror of nowhere to go.
Cover my eyes, cover them, I’d beg.
Poetry
248 works
Before
I love life at the funeral
In the morning, when the deceased is unknown, warm and still hated
When the tax man is about to start his rounds, ruthless and docile
Dreaming Through Time
Do you know 'what is a dream?',
Really understand it?,
Engage in it...
Silence Versus Noise
Silence,
serene, tranquil,
lounging, thinking, dreaming,
What If?
What If?
As I stop and watch the sun set
At the ending of the day,
THE COCONUT CRAB
Who stole my coconut from that tree?
What is that creature that I see?
Eight unique legs used in pairs
The Wonders Of Shape
Draw a shape...
large or small, round or tall,
all unique, all complete.
NATURE IN THE SKY
Sun, sun, you shine so bright,
Lighting all the people's lives,
Oh so warmly with your glow,
THE SILVER LINING WITHIN THE CLOUDS
I am a woman of 65 years -
I have lived a life of regret and tears;
I spend my days in a 'dream-like' state -
At the Arts Festival, Galway
At the Arts Festival, Galway
There are swans on the Corrib,
Along Quay Street the pubs are
THE OLD DARK ROOM OF MEMORIES
That old dark room that lay partially forgotten,
Forgotten from mind not forgotten from memory,
Memory that if remembered left feelings of loss,
Shadow Dwellers
Those who dwell in shadows
Are not children of the dark
But rather students of anguish and fear
THE BIRD
The bird outside my window sings with a cry,
Waking me from sleep early of a morning,
Then I rub my eyes and breathe out with a sigh.
Why Must It Be?
Why must life be
Enviously
Pursued by the one who scythes
The Chase II
She blew smoke
She’s no bloke
My heart’s broke
The Door
What’s behind a closed door?
I look at one now, white
I want to see through it
Touch-and-Go
Walked under the moon
Three Thursdays ago
I looked through my eyes
PAST
Flashes of memory
Return to me when
False illusions feed my bad dreams,
After The Pain
Memories arrive uninvited—
Slamming the screen door--
Materializing out of thin air,
Summer Haiku
Fleeting days of warmth
Captured like glowing fireflies
Comfort for cold nights