rambling rhyme

yet another poem about inspiration and writing style. I particularly enjoyed playing with rhythms and sounds in this one. it´s definitely one for reading aloud.

I usually write rhymes

About things I can see

I rhyme about lakes and

about mountains and trees

But sometimes I rhyme rhymes

about things that are not

so immediately obvious

and easy to spot

I scribble sometimes some rhymes

about love or about fear

some lines

don´t rhyme each time

and sometimes the end is too near

BUT

This rhyme is simple and easy

to hear

I´ve written a rhyme where the

rhythm is clear

I rattle, rock and roll and I ramble away

and the lines will all rhyme and my words won´t betray

me `cause it´s just silly play

I´ll move and I´ll sway

I´ll eat love and pray

and we can chill out at the end of the day

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An actual update from me. Good to be back.

After an unexpectedly long absence, I am going to come back to blogging land. I am not sure whether I’m doing it correctly or not, but I have decided that that is not for me to decide.

Anyhow, as you may notice from my other posts, I’ve been writing a lot of poetry in the last few months, some of it even getting published, which is wonderful and a real boost for someone like me who doesn’t have a huge amount of faith that people will like their work.

The poems come and go every so often. Lately with working and being a dad, my mind hasn’t had much time for switching to poetry mode. I hope this changes. As much as yoga and healthy eating, I found poetry quite relaxing and helpful during the pregnancy and early months. (Others have different methods, see @TiredDaddy’s blog for entertaining stories of dad-hood) Now that the young lad is moving and we are both working, a moment to lie down and take a deep breath might result in a nap rather than any poetry (or exercise either)

That being said, I am managing to find a bit of time to partake in a FutureLearn MOOC called ‘Start Writing Fiction’. This has taken up my writing time over the last few weeks and is the reason for returning to the blog. I’m not planning to give up poetry, but from now on, expect to find more character sketches, short stories and rants from me (as myself)

In the meantime, here is a poem I wrote back in August, staring at the cloud-shadowed moon from an urban wasteland.

“NIGHTWIDE MIND”

Searching for signals from deep in the sublime

The portal being opened from within  our time

We direct our gaze at the outern edge

And to one another we make this solemn pledge

“That never more shall your ears fail to see,

That knowledge of wisdom found deep in the trees”

And entranced we march into the gaping jaws

Of night’s dark terror, which gives us no pause

The delight which drags us on to our doom,

Is unlike to be found in a twilit tomb

But the open air of the hilltop crest

Would lead us happily to our rest

And while our fellow actors lie in wait, 

We stand alone upon the slate

Our roles to be played in the act of defence

The land we cherished has lost all its sense

Ourselves alone searching for a starry home

And a fitting end to a meaningless poem.

Photo Challenge Day 3 – Water

I’m a dried-out Paddy

In a land of warmth and sun

So when we get a drop of rain,

My reaction is ‘What fun!’

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the city I live in right now has many beautiful things to recommend it, but if there is one thing which it is sorely lacking, especially for an Irishman, is water. Right now it’s the “rainy season”, and this wet street outside my work was the best I could do. The following photos are from last August. One in Ireland, one in Spain, both near water.
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Kinsale Harbour, Co. Cork, Ireland.
A beautiful picnic spot on a mild August evening.
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This was taken on the night of the ” Super Moon” walking on Malvarrosa Beach in Valencia. I used a portrait shot to attempt to capture the moon’s rays dancing across the water towards me.