Conor Dowd Poems

Inside the dusty yellow ring the drama is enacted -
a drama of death and dissolution -
a spectacle of life in a theatre of execution.
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Summer often finds me
Underneath a nightime sky,
Beneath revolving constellations
Some time in mid-July.
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I arrange the telescope
in cooling night,
the half-light of retreating dusk
retreating with the thinning light
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When a book is written
it is mine
and from time to time
(depending on my frame of mind)
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We watch a cloud balloon into the likeness of a whale,
a comet, or the tail
od something large and quite ferocious.
Your eyes are wide, surprised, your face asks why...
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Heron
stands rigid like an old old man,
grey and white,
deliberate and
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Icarus the innocent,
the broken birdman felll to Earth,
who soared through sight and sound,
spellbound by the ecstacy of wind,
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Creation came and went
and Zeus sits back
with proud and pure intent,
his world before his eyes
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In 1492
the world emerged,
Columbus sailed the Ocean's curve,
sailed westward and beyond
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Auden woke me from my sleep
and brought me to Icelandic deep
enchanting wells of inspiration -
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