Matt Mooney

Freshman - 817 Points (1943 / South Galway, Ireland.)

Matt Mooney Poems

81. Listowel 6/25/2014
82. Droving 7/20/2014
83. Imprints 7/20/2014
84. Candlelight 9/19/2014
85. A Vespa 5/21/2015
86. After The Rain 7/1/2015
87. The Winter Solstice 12/22/2015
88. Winter Solstice 1/28/2016
89. Orbits 3/7/2016
90. Day Room Day Out 3/23/2016
91. The Instrument 3/23/2016
92. Up Against It 5/1/2016
93. Starlings 9/23/2016
94. Orphans Of Aleppo 10/27/2016
95. Sleeping Bag 12/26/2016
96. The Elysian Fields 12/26/2016
97. Winterman 12/26/2016
98. The Singing Woods 6/5/2017
99. Upstream 6/7/2017
100. Inis Meáin 6/23/2017
101. Glenageenty 7/5/2017
102. The Joker 7/25/2017
103. Remembrance 4/15/2013
104. Fáilte Is Fiche Cúig 9/29/2009
105. Red Orange Juice 8/7/2009
106. Pumpkin Soup 7/17/2009
107. Siesta 8/7/2009
108. Cúchulainn's Sons 8/11/2009
109. Belonging 9/13/2012
110. At Tamarama 6/25/2014
111. Over Arabia 11/25/2014
112. Haiku 1/12/2014
113. The Golden Cloak 4/13/2013
114. I Am A Bear 10/28/2013
115. Homeless 6/12/2017
116. Clearwater 8/11/2009
117. Club 25 8/14/2009
118. The Ballad Of Bryan Mcmahon 8/14/2009
119. This Is Your Captain Speaking 8/14/2009
120. The Glass Blower 7/31/2009

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Always Eighteen

The clearness of a dream
I had in bed last night
Has dimmed at dawn-
I'm awake and looking west,
Its dialogue in a deep sleep
Now almost vanished
In the wash of awakening.

In the dream, so real I swear,
She appeared:
Into my head as I slept she crept:
Always eighteen.
As lovely as I left her
At her father's hearth
And said our last goodbyes
To all the years of my unspoken love.
Love's Labour- I began to say,
(Speaking of the title of a play)
But there she stopped me
In my mid line
To finish it herself this time:
'Love's ...

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Outside

Afterwards
Under the eiderdown
We lie inert,
Alert to night winds
That hurry up the hill:
Playing hide and seek
Among the trees,
Lulling us to sleep:
Sure of ourselves
And the only sounds
Outside.

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