Dónall Dempsey

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

It's Him - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

He wanders
among her clothes

drifts through the walk in
wardrobe

remembering her

remembering her

perfume

her clothes now
the ghosts

of who she’d been.

Someone’s crying.

He can hear someone
crying

doesn’t realise

...it’s him.


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SHE KISSES HIM

She kisses him.
Tells him: “Shush...love...shush! ”

Through his tears
he sees her

his dead wife

smile...disappear.


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PAPER KISS

You walk
through my written words

that I strew
before you

faced with
the blankness

of the next day
of the next page

I create the next word
like a stepping stone

from sentence
to sentence

keeping you alive
as I write

I take your hand
and guide you through

this forest of words
(don’t be afraid)

the sound of your footsteps
the itchy scratch of my pen

I write you alive again

make you turn
& kiss me

again...again

even if it’s only
a paper kiss

a paper kiss

the paper cut of memory.

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Comments about It's Him by Dónall Dempsey

  • (4/16/2008 10:54:00 AM)


    What a lovely sad poem...and how it reminds me that a smell, a sound, a song, all of those things can take us instantly back to pain...or love! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 1, 2008


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