Geraldine Moorkens Byrne
Geraldine Moorkens Byrne Poems
|41.||Ruminations On Eternal Love||7/28/2006|
|42.||Beauty At Dusk||10/16/2007|
|44.||On A Long Road In Summer||3/31/2006|
|45.||Cliona By The Shore||3/31/2006|
|46.||Secrets Of The Dead||4/4/2006|
|47.||On A Midsummer's Day||4/28/2006|
|48.||January Is Freezing||7/28/2006|
|52.||Pooka In The Summer Sun||10/29/2008|
|54.||Green Party On||6/14/2007|
|55.||The Commitee For The Formation Of Pagan Creation Theories||7/25/2006|
|56.||Death Of The Hero||3/31/2006|
|57.||The Madness Of The Woman||3/22/2007|
Comments about Geraldine Moorkens Byrne
If I should die tonight
and my bones laid in the earth
would my voice not be the wind
and the sun my smile?
I am the blood in your veins;
all the lives I have lived
have been, in this way,
transmuted to new life
flowing from your heart to mine.
I am the beat of the Bodhrán
and the touch of the line on water
I am the thought unbidden
the instinct that springs -
If you listen not to me,
then you ignore yourself,
and silence your own voice.
I am the string plucked,
the note quivering
the dream sung by voices
you remember ...
Snow In Dublin
You can keep your snow-capped mountains
I can pass
on fields of virgin white.
The real power of snow is seen
on chimney stacks and pavements,
perfection silhouetted against a city skyline.
Ice on the locks
of the Canal;
Prim herbaceous borders