2009 Poem by Seamus O' Brian

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Seamus O' Brian

Galway, Ireland

2009



Cypress trees in silence tower; through
unstirred branches sunlight pours,
liquid blades of golden water
knife their way through leafy dams.

The swing creaks; its rusty springs
my therapist now. The cool
breeze unafraid to touch me
softly, almost like affection,
not unlike mercy.

Placid beams of light warm my hand
in its languid grip of the rusted chain.
The arc of listless toes sun-bared swing
through the coolness of April's indifference.

The sun and breeze brush my skin
a leper shunned by all who fear
the disease in my heart, the knife in my hand
but these angels of mercy fall unmoved
from one acquainted well with the gates of hell
that yawn within this leper's heart, black and fell.

Skyward, my eyes discover
tender green shoots of the cypress monarchs
swaying gently now, dancing in the warmth.

I hear a whisper in the breeze.

Perhaps it says, 'Spring'

but it could be,
'forgiven...'

For spring comes to lepers, too.

Thursday, August 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: betrayal,forgiveness,mercy,redemption
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Dedicated to those who know too well that I am capable of becoming the man I always dreaded to be; but whose love and faithfulness through the years have enabled me to become the man I ever hoped to be.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Captain Cur 16 August 2017

A stunning write, full of power and emotion. One feels as if they are on that swing seeing what you are seeing. But the deep feeling and enlightenment expressed are all your own. These emotions are beautifully captured then released.

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Seamus O' Brian

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