john o'connell

Rookie (11.12.1949 / Limerick, Ireland)

Outside My Window - Poem by john o'connell

outside my window
the blur of a november fog
hastens up eternal ghosts, hades-like,
from gardens bleeding with pungent odours.
there are the remembrances of sins
unexcitably gone to dismal wastes
and waters of stale and frothy scum.


Comments about Outside My Window by john o'connell

  • (2/6/2010 8:26:00 AM)


    powerful imagery as biting as senses it engages (Report) Reply

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  • (2/6/2010 8:25:00 AM)


    powerful imagery as biting as senses it engages (Report) Reply

  • (2/6/2010 7:04:00 AM)


    John, excellent piece of wrining. You conjure up a good atmosphere in so few words.10/10
    Regards,
    Ian
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010



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