HUMBLE AT THE HEART

Humble at the heart of this landscape, this dreamscape I’m training through, I’m taken by its blossoming breast; forests firing up like volcanos that have shun their rest, luscious leaves of lava sweep through cities, for man has no control over the mountain just as nature has no defence against the molten flame, as fiery […]

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A DEER BY A DOLMAN IN DUBLIN

– Where you there, all the time, I asked myself, for I have not discovered the powers of hindsight, as our words wove like the wind around the whispers the woods were once witness to? – Where you there all the time, I asked myself, in that soft spot of spirit in the fold of […]

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RED CARPET, day 24 of A Month with Yeats

  I’m running behind on Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats poetry challenge but better a tad tardy than a no-show. Yesterday’s inspirational quote was: ‘We know their dream; enough to know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘ My poem is called RED CARPET   We dream of what can be, not […]

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