Saturday, December 28, 2013

The Fire



Sun filled days of delusion times
mock me now
and leave no room for unhappiness

A few dreams tipped out
– libation of the gods –
lets the now come flooding in

I sit in front of fire -
– release of summer’s sun –
and beat of birds’ wing undone

Memories in branches now felled
– heaped upon the grate of past –
present, before future cast.


©Niall OConnor 2013

5 comments:

  1. Love this Niall

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  2. Ended with the sing of the authentic life! Well done Niall O Connor

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  3. Great poem Niall.

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  4. Love this, , Niall ...

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