Budlea Ni Mhaolfhabhail
Biography of Budlea Ni Mhaolfhabhail
Look, listen, taste, feel, hear and sense
All around you, be awake to the world, sleep
soundly and wake with a little tent of blue
heaven in the sky. On cloudy days, climb the
stairs and reach for the stars....
To write is to dream. And to dream to write
is the best dream of all.... to love, to lose,
to love again.... to love life is what we are
made to do. Otherwise, the darkness prevails
and that is not permissible....
A writer writes so write! ! !
An ordinary gal in a crazy world...
Budlea Ni Mhaolfhabhail's Works:
Several Irish language poems and a short story,
Under review presently....
Budlea Ni Mhaolfhabhail Poems
In The Purple Light
Somewhere out there, the cuckoo's call Haunts the empty, early morning streets As she flits from ground to branch and back Again, searching for her long lost nest...
Look how the 'man' in her face looks Down on a world in darkness below. I, high on the delights of the day, Remain silent, worshipping her beauty,
Campo De Rosales
Three blossoms dancing - Exiled to a country far away. Baffled, buttressed by the breeze, Leaves falling on the doorstep.
Look how the 'man' in her face looks
Down on a world in darkness below.
I, high on the delights of the day,
Remain silent, worshipping her beauty,
One not created by us.
Where is the message in her veil?
Banks of drifting cloud blot her cheeks,
Her eyes.... and the 'man' in her face