Dónall Dempsey

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

How Things Are Before Books Were(Yours For The Asking) - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

without a book

I journey

reading the sky

translated into sunset

the poem
of a flock of crows

leaving one tree for another
(very similar)

& then back again
in another


like sonnets

reciting themselves
over and over

with passion &
great conviction

writing themselves
on my reflection

as the window
holds me captive

& I learn
their literature

the language of

how things are
before books were.

I tell these things
to my self

as I fall asleep...fall asleep...fall asleep.


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  • (4/1/2008 11:32:00 AM)

    'raindrops like sonnets, repeating themselves over and over....' perfection in a description if I ever saw it! Awesome writing, my friend...just awesome. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 29, 2008

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