The Poetry of Emotion
Metallic silver skies shading the hour that’s come with an un-future day scrape the minutes together with copper dreams of tomorrow’s gold Oh don’t you see the folly of a thousand byes fading the night that came in my out of season grey escape the hours forever with the false dreams sold Oh can’t you... Continue Reading →
A ricocheting heart that disembarks passionless will inevitably decay. Secret-keeping has calcified my heart and for each scar there is a risk that I will never take, a life that I will never live, and a regret that will swallow me whole. Prolific, my tears have exceeded their worth. I, who am more conscious of... Continue Reading →
Something the blue teenager sold you left you high and dry, priceless, with the evil of forgotten meals. and your handcrafted tattoo. A thing that amounts to ceaseless rain by sleight of hand, the blue teenager sold you something: a cause for wonder, a good luck charm, as you loitered in the hall pursued your... Continue Reading →
1 I opened the door to my intimacy ajar, In the end, a tatter thrown to the road is left. A fable interesting to none, the secret in the service of the one who scares and enchants. 2 Lo for Algol smacked me at the birth The path of the past burst forth The path... Continue Reading →
A solitary gardener I was rendering the garden under my watchful eyes. Bones grew weary as the day strolls piecemeal. Like Adam's was there a helpmeet for me to make lighter heavy burden Her beauty transcends Belinda's and Her heart could drive nut the oceans. I'd let smile fly out of its nest: my mouth... Continue Reading →
With the morning sun, rises the new fears. The night’s darkness Replaced by the day The silent footsteps And the unseen views Such are My ways these days. Chemical mind - diluted, Articulation, With the evening moon And the pilled friends. Photo by Bob Ward on Pexels.com About the Poet: Robin McNamara lives in Waterford... Continue Reading →
I assemble all I possess out of cold ground. At certain moments, something's rude, another thing prefixes everything I do. I manage to clear space away from the precipice. Both things, ground and precipice, are in order: one denies another in each wave of features. Time is occupied with what is inborn. These assessments under... Continue Reading →
You, with a wax masque of a Summer rain, inconstant scatterbrain Know: the love of fathers is hell on a st(ake)rand! You, with your limb more stiff than the dogmas of Lucifer. Who have you forgot to permeate: The Woman: who is a river ( for she flowed to you) The Daughter: who is volcanine... Continue Reading →
In the soles of your boots I followed you, piecemeal, down the stairs. Down and down you went unaware that your cruelty held me hostage. It's not an exaggeration to say that you were a psychopath and I am certain that there are others who suspected. Only a shell could protect against your trespass and... Continue Reading →
Ephemeral Elegies 