Seán O Muiríosa Poems

18th September 1994

It’s eleven years now
Since I last saw your face.
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Out among the tall pine trees,
with a view that could spill
over if it wasn’t so profoundly
controlled by the dark ditches,
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I’m drowning. In a sea of wires.
They are everywhere. Inescapable.

Frail solitary man there in your mottled,
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I once walked by the saddest city lane
And saw an old man there, all ragged and plain.
He sat alone by a glowing fires flaring light
An empty wine bottle before him, a sorry, sorry sight.
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When I was just 9, I wished
For the days to fall and turn and
Make me 10. Accomplished.
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Tonight the sky is yours.
I dedicate it to you in all its awe.
It’s so colourful, a promise
of things to come perhaps,
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I’ve seen summer shine
On those Connemara seas.
Seen it brighten faces,
Turn skies to rainbows.
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The metallic beasts drift past,
Tremendously, in a tension breaking moment.
Realisation hits in towards acknowledgement
And all the similarities – of pure driven emotion.
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I’ve worked there for three years,
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The streets are almost empty tonight
as they seem to be most nights now
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