Oisin Vink

Rookie (15/8/1988)

Fallen - Poem by Oisin Vink

The beam of lamplight strides across the water,
Ebbing at my feet in off-blue garments -
Enamored with the crows,
As I pass here daily;
Trailing in my stride as if I were God.

Nothing is as it seems,
Once you have fallen a long way,
If only to rise again, softly, softly.
The crows know nothing of this, nor do I -
On occasion.
Neither, shall we choose to accept it.

To travel onwards, where the sky looms;
Rigid and sober –
The cradle rocks and festers.
Conceived as being happy,
Which it was.
Sweet whisperings of the mind’s eye.

Not a fantasy nor a reality,
The call which wavers through dreams –
Distorted images, the fashion in which you stand;
Elongated and gothic.
There is no reply,
Although occasionally I admit that I desire one.
Unadulterated; an impossibility, free from platinum bands.

The remainder of the moon is wild,
She merges within herself;
Extinguished by the shadows.
There is no luster, now.

I shall travel back, a long way,
Watching you balance on stalks,
Dancing with the gossamer threads.
My brown eyed bird,
Undomesticated, frivolous –

If only fleeting.


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  • Heather Wilkins (11/4/2013 5:52:00 PM)

    very well written poem. excellent imagery. keep writing lovely poems (Report) Reply

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  • (10/4/2008 6:53:00 PM)

    this was on the side of the immaculate. Your imagery, as Zen commented on, is so sublime. You use it as a complete asset to your poetry. To others, it can be damaging. I love it. Love the whole rich concept. Drenched in feeling and an exquisite softness that is masterful for your tender years. best care & keep on! ! ! !

    sjg
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  • (7/6/2007 7:24:00 PM)

    Very nice poetry.. full of imagery. You definitely have talent. Zen (Report) Reply

  • (6/29/2007 11:43:00 AM)

    You have a natural talent here, Oisin. There is nothing forced in this poem. It's light, like the finest mist on my face on a perfect morning. Again, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 16, 2011


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