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In Eireann (my homeland)
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In Eireann (my homeland) |
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citizenx Member
since 2001-07-31
Posts 189motorcade |
Fomhar Noah's rain seeps down deep to the valleys, droplets wash the peeping windows of weeping widows wrapped tight in saimhin shawls, wild grey hairs whip from their cracked faces, solemnly to draw shadows over Ardnacrusha the kinetic monolith. There is a stirring in the stillness An bradan eolach Village wisdom hangs by hook of thread turning water to life Uisce Beatha In undertow Scholars are born and saints drown. Samhradh Ta an dealan suas sa speir Its opiate bottled blessed and anointing every silver tongue from St Senian's well. My grandparents rest in native clay whence we yearn the hour of our return, Still beating a breath of life. In passing, old bones are ground for communal legend, the axis of history. Is mise mac na Heireann, Buiochas le Dai ========= 16/08/01 shadows flicker sweet end tame |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Its opiate bottled blessed and anointing every silver tongue from St Senian's well. My grandparents rest in native clay whence we yearn the hour of our return, Still beating a breath of life. In passing, old bones are ground for communal legend, the axis of history strong lines here... communicating history, traditions, and more... I enjoyed this a great deal... very nice work!! |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
A poem to be read aloud, savored slowly, allowing the Irish mist to linger back on the tongue... ah, brogue... soon to be hearing a bit more from ye, m'boy? Very good...oh so very, very good... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Noah's rain seeps down deep to the valleys, droplets wash the peeping windows of weeping widows wrapped tight in saimhin shawls, wild grey hairs whip from their cracked faces, solemnly to draw shadows over Ardnacrusha the kinetic monolith. There is a stirring in the stillness ================================== Its opiate bottled blessed and anointing every silver tongue from St Senian's well. My grandparents rest in native clay whence we yearn the hour of our return, ==================================== oh this is very very cool... the vocabulary is awesome...as is the imagery and it matters not that the reader knows the irish words meaning as they are poetic just in their presence... this had such a ethereal auroa about it... and a mystic essecence, a connection to the old world ancestors. very well done poet sir... kiss your leprachaun muse  jm Feels like Im dancin with truth and wisdom |
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citizenx Member
since 2001-07-31
Posts 189motorcade |
Cpat, thank you kindly. Lady in white, aw you guessed my homeland, should have known that nothing would escape your quick eye or maybe you felt the irish spirit in my words. If so then I have achieved what I set out to do with the poem, Look at me getting an ego now. Alas we get over cast more than mist. Thank you for very kind words. Jan Marie, yes Ireland is steeped in history and mysticism which Yeats noted so well. "leprechaun muse" LOL they don't exist, Disney probably made them up lol. I am quite speechless at your reply. I am finding it hard to be humble. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. shadows flicker sweet end tame |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Thank you for bringing a hint of your spirited homeland to us. This is exceptional writing! It lingers well in the mind and makes me want to visit the fullness of that mystical place. Sincerely, Regina |
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