The Heelers Diaries

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Saturday, August 05, 2006

the poetic manifesto

half heard melodies at dawn
dreams or the traces of dreaming
a woman's name said soft like breathing
memories of faces gone
footsteps in the hall on winter nights
sadness in the heart where love has been
stillness on the fields after a storm
shadows bright with remembering

we will go
through cowardice to bravery
into the timeless eye of mind
across the ungovernable sea
to where all poems have their end
and their beginnings naturally
come with me


Blogger Schneewittchen said...

I love this poem and the way you create a painting with words, emotions and memories.

6:34 AM  
Blogger heelers said...

Mo cheol thu, a Schnee.
(It's an Irish expression of gratitude. Literally: my music for you.)

1:33 AM  
Blogger chamki said...

I'm ready!
Oh this is simply amazing. You ARE the greatest Irish poet alive ;)

8:21 PM  

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