Sean Godley

Rookie (17/11/1981 / Cavan, Republic of Ireland)

Foolish Wisdom - Poem by Sean Godley

Coins that sparkle into trickling shadows
And splash, like dry ice, from my humbled eyes,
Now purchase futile pews to tear his skin
And graven knees, with contrite origin.

My dulled intent reflects our times, panned wild,
But five short years of echoed thought's half-hushed:
Cerberus roars ageing bones to labour
Rushing through and dragging out my neighbour.

Bile once singed, in my torrent guts, boils black,
Recalling boyish men beyond his ears.
They don't laugh now, with cheeks forever shamed,
Red-hot branded sinners, here defamed.

Hindsight has me moving for his bedside,
To confess our last embraces stolen.
Foolish wisdom - not wise, but blind regret:
Just one more talk, or drink, or cigarette...

Dateless now, like past years, and scanting God,
Farewell departs with silent, unfelt speech.
No gazes met, nor shoulders, sharing pain,
Nor hands, which will not grasp themselves again.

Our last exchange thus given and removed,
Herein nostalgia pines to consecrate:
His time inspired this verse for me to give,
And through these newborn lines you read, he'll live.

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  • (5/8/2006 10:29:00 AM)

    'not wise, but blind regret:
    Just one more talk, or drink, or cigarette...' (how i feel most days, these days)
    ...niiiice, like the rest of this. beautifully & repulsively written- the contradiction throughout and the ironical twist at the end.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 22, 2010

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