Sunday, 31 January 2016
Photography: Dog brings owner for a walk
Taken at Achill Island, Ireland. An Irish wolfhound pulls his owner along.
Friday, 29 January 2016
Poem: Late night coffee
A jug of coffee
Will get me through
Late at night, will have to do.
Glance around me
Can't keep still,
But
Brain
Is slowing.
Coffee refill.
Page of words
Dancing words
Fading words.
Thinking, clouds -
Coffee jug has long run out.
Maria Kavanagh
Poem: That man is ticking
That man is ticking
His eyes stare – straight –
Ahead
Unaware.
His eyes stare – straight –
Ahead
Unaware.
A child smiles
On a dandeline green,
Sunlight dances
On top of a puddle.
All unseen.
On a dandeline green,
Sunlight dances
On top of a puddle.
All unseen.
When he lies
Eyes shut tight,
Dew-laiden dandelines,
Glisten –
Over what has been,
Not might.
Eyes shut tight,
Dew-laiden dandelines,
Glisten –
Over what has been,
Not might.
Poem: What is a rock?
But a broken piece of earth
That crumbles, or wears down
Everyday weathering events.
What is a rock
But a solid lump of grains
That can morph, change, adapt,
Under monstrous pressure
Into beautiful planes.
Poem: Tattoo
A thousand tiny tongues licking,
Taste the skin,
Metallic voices ringing, pierce venom in.
Burning reds,
Cooling greens - pool out, stain.
This venom counters venom already causing pain.
The tongues taste deep,
Lick the wounds below,
Pain sterilized, brought out to light,
So healing skin can grow.
And the scars repair externally,
To ameliorate the soul.
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