It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish…
The Truth in the Water
I see you, this morning
in sweeping reflections
in the waters, reflected
in the sleeping stillness
of the morning’s silence
as if the world was looking up
as if the sky had fallen down.
I see a tree, a weeping
sea of a tree, leaning,
reflected in the waters,
reflecting its reflection
into milky mists of morning
and I wonder if the world is truly what I see
or if my reflection is the truth
staring up
at me.
All words and photographs of Dublin by Damien B. Donnelly
This is a real neat poem, and then I looked at your 2016 version and enjoyed the photo and presentation.. so two ‘likes’ for the one poem! Easy for me to relate to – we have lots of weeping willows hanging over water in NZ 🙂
Two likes indeed, i am a lucky boy 🕺🏻 weeping willows, such a beautiful name for this tree