paddy d daly Poems

Who ever thinks of Desks
in a classroom at night,
the moon shines brightly
thru long rectangular windows,
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Different no doubt,
every four weeks they bleed
unless their egg becomes a seed,
Common sense in a row, but,
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Amber is the warm colour
Of an evening sky,
Silver the flecks of
silver salmon
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Neatly I trace out
the amber leaves,
Half way from
Roscommon to Ballinasloe,
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They hover in silence
over the roof tops
and descend like frost
on the grey slates,
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I keep very unsociable
hours nowadays,
up all night,
Digging into the rafters
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The ink You used
was bluestone,
The paper Whitewash,
We used it to spray
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Everyone can write poems,
But few can write poetry,
That is what she said to me
when she stepped out of the grave,
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Day One.
On the first day I forgave God,
I was happy.
Lying in my bed, I said,
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Everything is ordained
In one moment of time
As l stare out of the window
and dawn rises in a roar
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