A Trace Of Silver

The winter's moon
lies within inches
of black hills, drawing
a trace of silver
along their summits.

poem by Liam ó Comáin
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The Dark Shadow

savaging mind
and heart
in pain twisting
as they rip apart
beat of wings
caw of death
a dark shadow
enwraps my birth

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The Wake Of Bloody Sunday

No
Dogs bark
Nor people
Smile

Broken hearts
And silence
For the dead

A city sobs
A nation
Weeps

Because of a peoples loss

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On Inch Island

bare hedges dancing
with the wind
as crows swirl in flight

sunset fireing a lough
as the peaks beyond
share last night's fall

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Visitation

candle light
flickering shadow
stillness

presence
beyond
perception

mystical
permeating
p urifying
healing

solitude
silence
communion

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Dunree At Dusk

Barks from across
a slope

To the strand
a meadow

A sprawling grey
lapping solitude

Strolling
listening by the
shore

Light sprays a distance

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The Sand Bed

chestnut tinted
with an
evening glow

there
coots are silent
within green
shadow

childhood
with an empty jar
playing with sand
beneath crow clamour

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The Rose Bush

it was late to leaf
we thought perhaps
the roots had failed
however we look
forward to a full bloom
although it carries
like human birth
the seed of death within

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From A Diary

8th June:
wind lashes
an oak
in the
foreground
of dark grey
clouds

an old crow
labours against
the gusts

winter like-
except
for the warmth
of a crazy wind

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Still Wood

A raven nearby
Non breezed
In the morning light.

Buds unfolding
Forming beauty.

Spring touching the wood
In solitude and silence.

Presenting the Creator
Of it all....

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