Seán O Muiríosa

Rookie - -6 Points (A Thursday,1987 / Tiobraid Arann)

New Year’s Morning

Poem by Seán O Muiríosa

In the morning, I woke up in all the dullness that comes
After a night on the town: The hustling and gargling,
Lots of shouting, bending to ears. The obstacle course
Of sliding by sweat soaked shirts, shiny arms.

Belatedly, I arch out of bed, a bottom of the barrel stomach,
Head like shattered glass, but thoughts return to dancing
When time pushed herself over the edge, to the unknown.
A celebration of the passing, a beautiful misery has ended.

I pull back the curtains to the same road that is forever
Superimposed on my being; the same view ingrained
In my brain – the dark lumpy green hills, not a poke of sun.
And the houses, pubs, the square. A trickle of traffic passes by.

Until a celestial movement shatters all dullness.
All sight is redirected. A cloud had parted and behind it,
A vividness, a strip of blue sky. The digit has flicked.
And somewhere in it, a life is calling. It’s roaring so load.


Comments about New Year’s Morning by Seán O Muiríosa

  • Amanda Lukas (1/14/2006 2:53:00 PM)

    A night on the town always has quite an effect, doesn't it? Hope your new year is happier and less hungover!(Report)Reply

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  • Ivy Christou (1/9/2006 4:28:00 AM)

    this was beautiful Sean, vivid images and meaningful ending.. Life will always be calling! Have a great 2006 my friend! !
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 1, 2006