Dónall Dempsey (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)
Poems by Dónall Dempsey : 1849 / 2027
THIS GREAT STORM(for Junie)
My heart nothing but
an onion skin thin
sheet of paper
almost see through
transparent in its sadness
grief scrawled
across it
in a violent violet
ink
that still
hasn't faded
this heavy hurt
this all too too solid pain
necessary paperweights
to prevent my heart
being blown away
in this great storm
of loss...loss...loss.
Dónall Dempsey
Submitted: Saturday, February 07, 2009
Edited: Saturday, February 21, 2009
Poems by Dónall Dempsey : 1849 / 2027
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That wonderfully delicate onion skin heart! How well I know that territory, of thinking I must have something to hold it down...or the slightest wind will rip it apart! Well Said, DDD....well said! !
Gosh.... this is a heavy one. I love the metaphors though, I love storms and of course I love any poetry connected with the angst of romance. This is wonderful. Are you writing the thoughts of my heart Donall? ? ? HG: -) xx