john o'connell

Rookie (11.12.1949 / Limerick, Ireland)

Life's Sometimes Hundrum Haze - Poem by john o'connell

Life's sometimes hundrum haze
and maze of tangled thoughts
are now and then lit by illuminations
fleeting through the lens of revelation's eye;

like a full-moon in June
fringed with a late-night-hot-navy-blue satin sky
or an expanse of shimmering water
dotted here and there by an odd-dark-green island;

waves and leaves rustling in an contented sphere;
radio-voices and soft music floating over the air
travelling from a distant dwelling;

the identification of a wild plant or flower;
your only child putting his big toe in his mouth.

Miracles without grandeur,
miracles of simple import
with no screaming white gulls
spoiling the tranquil view of the sea's horizon.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 18, 2010

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