AFTER W.B YEATS

  5 Poems based on lines from W.B Yeats… ‘And I shall have some peace here, for peace comes dropping slow,’ The Lake Isle of Innisfree W.B. Yeats Slow Falling Snow falls behind the glass, beyond the reflections this window cannot see. Snow, soft as the soul; a canvas of white fleeting purity, as pure […]

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SOMETIMES ITS DANGEROUS TO CONSIDER HOW TO BREATHE

  There are clear patches in the sacred soil at the far end of the side garden where life is expected to return. We planted it last week. There are clear patches in the soft sky behind clever clouds that carry the condensation I covet for those bald patches in the tilled soil where there […]

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TO COME CURIOUS

  We take slow steps into the sweet water, watch the current caress the dark rock, the volcanic roar no longer rupturing, its rage now rocked to slumber by this single shore. I lose my shirt to time’s tide and this shimmering sand, I lift it up and feel the weight that washed over it […]

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THE OTHER SIDE

  What is life but a book to read from both sides, from either end, from all there is to see here below the constant clouds of consideration, from far on high where the clouds are carpet and the stars as close to perfection as we can get, for midway through this meander of noise […]

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DAFFODIL DREAMS

  I climb clouds between the night’s blanketed sleep, a billowing blossom of smoke that never chokes the mountain moon, where the world is a warm walk through a blue breeze and the only plight is to find your path within a forest of daffodils on a prairie of peace. On a prairie of peace […]

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I AM…

  Beau, tu sais? Tu es beau, c’est vrai. Non, I say, ca, c’est pas vrai. Moi, je sais d’autre chose, mais beau? Non, I say, je ne suis pas beau. Fragility I know, mon ami s’appelle fragilité, pour lui je porte a smile, comme de vêtements, like a shield, mon sourire est beau, ca, […]

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IN THE SEOUL

This city does not sleep, the wind is as wistful as thoughts I cannot gather, here on this sojourn to the south of Seoul. Horns honk along highways to wake drivers out of day dreams the night cannot decipher so we buckle up and giggle briefly in back seats but I cannot see those space […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.30, NAPOWRIMO

  We are born through barriers that break, water carriers through canals  into comfort and concerns  were borders are built to nurture nature while we are compartmentalised, still, more silent, less severe; fortunate, less so, white, less so, gay, straight, one gender,  less gender, clever, less so,  a part of peace  or placed into parts  […]

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SLOW FALLING, day 30 of A Month with Yeats

  I can’t believe this is it! 30 poems in 30 days inspired by Ireland’s greatest poet W.B Yeats. A poetry challenge created by the brilliant Jane Dougherty. Today is day 30 of this wonderful, inspiring, breathtaking adventure created by Jane Dougherty entitled A Month with Yeats. The final quote comes from the poem ‘The […]

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SPELLING PEACE, day 19 of A Month with Yeats

It’s day 19 of Jane Dougherty’s brilliantly creative and challenging A Month with Yeats poetry challenge and today’s quote is a second one from ‘The Valley of the Black Pig’: ‘We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore, the grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew, being weary of […]

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