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
poem by Liam ó Comáin
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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
poem by Liam ó Comáin
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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
poem by Liam ó Comáin
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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....
poem by Liam ó Comáin
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