Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,356 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'Ahh Hh...C'Est La Vie...Ce N'Est Pas? (Being A Birthday Poem For Miss Ruthie) - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The tree
is teaching me

the beauty
of its blossom

that it is not enough
to notice or like it

but that I must
love it.

The tree is preaching
to the converted

but I listen politely

as both branch and blossom
write their signature

upon this
Parisian evening.

I sit and sit
absinthe

watching myslef
in the hall of mirrors

that this cafe
provides

as if all the people
that I've been

have come
to celebrate

this birthday.

I watch past selves
observe this self

I've come
to be

and hope
that they are happy

with
me.


Comments about ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'Ahh Hh...C'Est La Vie...Ce N'Est Pas? (Being A Birthday Poem For Miss Ruthie) by Dónall Dempsey

  • (12/16/2009 3:49:00 PM)


    who could not be happy with a gentle soul like yours Donall......and if they're not happy then shame on them

    Ruthie
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  • (12/10/2009 1:18:00 PM)


    Parisian evening...the beauty of a blossoming tree...sitting at the cafe...there are all the necessary components for romantic...one just tunes to sit and let oneself to be taught by the trees... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 3, 2010


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