RAPTURE, THERE ARE NO ENCORES

DAY 30 of NATIONAL POETRY WRITING MONTH; 30 POEMS IN 30 DAYS #NaPoWriMo I And down fell rapture, fell down, not up, having claws now, clenched now over the faithless who couldn’t fathom what their lies and legions had begun, and off flew the doves that once divined, by his hand, (by whose hand exactly?) […]

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THE NEW LOOK

Day 29; National Poetry Writing Month 30 Days/30 Poems #NaPoWriMo I am that fine line that divides what is feminine from what is futuristic. That fine line that flushes the fabulous out of the fickle. The reflection of what once was incased in something else and might one day be called another new look. All […]

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A SHADOW IN SPRING

Day 28: National Poetry Writing Month #30 Poems, 3 days #NaPoWriMo There on a bench where they both sat down in a far away field in a stranger’s town where on a Sunday when the flowers were waiting they had no idea of what fate was planting. There on the edge of a changing sky […]

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MILES OF AISLES

DAY 27; NATIONAL POETRY WRITING MONTH #NaPoWriMo There’s a lady with a leek, on the metro, next to me, a vegetable, vegetating while she’s reading a book, and that leek, next to me, moving through the miles, like vegetables, on shopping aisles, vegetating, waiting be cut, to be cooked, killing time; twisting, stopping, starting. There’s […]

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GPO, PAST POST, POETRY DAY IRL

  A Poem about the GPO, Dublin’s iconic General Post Office a site that’s seen more than just letters of love in its time… for Poetry Day Ireland 27th April 2017   1 Beneath the pillars  of your past,  I posted letters  between your walls  and wondered  if they rubbed up against  the souls of your […]

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STILL

Day 26: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Still morning, still forming, breath baying over brook and bank, still learning, still changing, stillness flowing through field and thought, still searching,  still drinking, the night passing,  the day not yet told, still waving, still rippling,  still remembering that which is done, still cloud, still covering, awaken not […]

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A KISS, INCOMPREHENSIBLE

Day 25; National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo  If I could reset the world I would start it with a kiss on a silent night In the corner of winter, summer has claimed the light, dark corners need our attention more than the sound of the sea and the smell of the sunscreen. If I could […]

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