The Road to Nowhere in Particular
September 2, 2015
The Road to Nowhere Walking it every day I know it quite well ~
Curtain Fall (II)
August 31, 2015
What’s hidden behind Is never to be revealed Transparency’s depths ~
Curtain Fall (IV)
August 31, 2015
Same Lineage
August 30, 2015
The Alchemy of Vulnerability (III)
August 24, 2015
In silence we speak The wind leaving empty-handed Utter transparency In an honest expression The alchemy of vulnerability Piercing thorns Of inevitable love Not yet faded Into the distant dream Of yesterdays ~
The Alchemy of Vulnerability (II)
August 24, 2015
The Alchemy of Vulnerability (I)
August 24, 2015
“Here’s Tom With the Weather”
August 23, 2015
Temporal Sequentiality
August 22, 2015
When All Is Said
August 22, 2015
The King and The Queen
August 22, 2015
Not of This World Alone (III)
August 11, 2015
Epilogue Some secrets Are not hidden Because they are too dark But because they are too bright Instead, as the light of a Burren blue moon Reflects the light of our closest star So does an Irish summers drop of rain Quietly mirror a She Who is not of
Solitudes Colliding forming Raindrop Constellations (II)
August 11, 2015
Under the drizzling Burren sky They reached the cave He leaned comfortably Against the large wet rock Creating a dark entrance To an underworld of mysteries He had only met in dreams Where the god of another world Had woken from his slumber And demanded the three entrances Between
The Grid (I)
August 11, 2015
Prologue The Great Grandmother sits At the source of creation Weaving a grid of paths crossing Reflected in the short-lived moment Of a raindrop held gently in her web Once in a while The sacred mystery Of her many daughters is revealed Before they evaporate Like raindrops under a
Irish Summer
July 20, 2015
Tosomhed
July 13, 2015
And the Clouds Held Up a Mirror
July 13, 2015
Poets Marbles (V)
July 7, 2015
Words evaporating Under the glaring sun Waiting For another rainy day ~
Poets Marbles (III)
July 7, 2015
Questioning Wondering Pondering The known And the unknown On the brink Of a new poem Words leading somewhere With a new line or rhyme Strong images Or subtle hints Yet lingering In the background An unspeakable sense Of no-one and nothing Is going anywhere ~
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