john o'connell

Rookie (11.12.1949 / Limerick, Ireland)

Doorwerth 0400 Hours. - Poem by john o'connell

Doorwerth 0400 hours.
far from pomp and ceremony,
this village -
Here in the night
while Amsterdam throbs on;
the local fox prowls around,
an owl speaks his mind
and my light burns
in a vacuum of privacy
as Hilversum 4
soothes sanity
in the background.
yes! oil burning
with expectations
from the world of words.
my books are alive and well
and talking amonst themselves.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2010



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