Dónall Dempsey

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

Creation (For Lyn) - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

First he carved
the water

whittled it
dropp by drop

placed it just so...in place

‘til it gleamed
with its perfection.

Then, with a sigh
he fashioned grass

stroking it
until it lay gentle

under his
tender hand

sky a blue
he just wished

and it was...just was.

My uncle creating
the world

as I listened
to his whistle

watching the world
come alive

under the flash
of his blade

whittling into being

(all things)

all things.


Comments about Creation (For Lyn) by Dónall Dempsey

  • (4/7/2008 12:00:00 PM)


    When I first read this, I thought you were talking about God...but then I remembered there are some adults who SEEM like gods to us as children, and I am reminded that this is one of the things you do best...remembering, with your child-like innocence what it WAS LIKE to be that child, and then writing it down.
    Every one of these that you write seems so real to me that I could shut my eyes and be a child again too. It is ONE of the things I love about your writing.

    Scarlett (LYN)
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, May 12, 2008


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