Dónall Dempsey

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

My Heart Tries To Tell The Paper - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

My hand
tries to tell the paper

in quick unkempt strokes

how it was with us

how on a hillside for an hour
we spoke only rain

trying to mimic its language
before lapsing back into

our human
tongue again

how we spoke to the ghosts
who surrounded us

the old stones
in the graveyard

only able to speak
thier names & dates

excited by our kisses

my hand
tries to tell the paper

how it was with us
but as always

words

fail me

forgive me

my love.


Comments about My Heart Tries To Tell The Paper by Dónall Dempsey

  • (11/26/2007 1:33:00 PM)


    Never, no, not one time, have I known the words to fail you, and once again, you have captured the thoughts of how, as writers, we try to 'tell the paper.' I am never sure that we succeed, but when I read your work, I understand love more and more. Thank you for giving me the insight to 'know love' just a bit. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/22/2007 11:33:00 AM)


    You are forgiven. This is beautiful Donall Donall! I love the repetiton of the phrase '...how it was with us! ' Very touching and tender and warm and wonderful. And despite what the poem says...the words do not fail you. Lovely poem.

    love Dee Dee
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011


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