David Whalen

Gold Star - 5,283 Points (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

As Dreams Made Of Air - Poem by David Whalen


I am but insanity…kindled fair
A madness, a sadness
A soul stripped bare
A forlorn sod, forsaken by God
As absent of substance
As dreams wrought of air

I have from emptiness come
Of darkness begotten
Scion of a sire, dark and dire…
I am but the essence forgotten
The unwanted presence
The sharp sear to the skin
From the fire

I am but Heaven and Hell
In an unholy mix
Most unsightly enlightenment
Of such unlikely pair
I am magic made tragic
By soul fooling tricks
I am but insanity
…kindled fair…

Topic(s) of this poem: madness


Poet's Notes about The Poem

All Irish poets have a wee bit of Madness

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 5, 2015



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