Dónall Dempsey

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

Rain Falls Gently - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Rain falls gently
in my mind

a kite

running madly
about a sky

longing to be

the tug of the line
a heartbeat

your hand
on mine

fingernails clutching
drawing blood

as the kite
broke free

escaping our

us crying….laughing

”Run...run! ”
we shouted to it

as sensing
a change in the wind

it headed out
for France.

Comments about Rain Falls Gently by Dónall Dempsey

  • (4/11/2008 1:54:00 PM)

    Minds are ment to be free, If they don't have room to fly... Well, they get stuck in trees. Thank you for this relaxing read Donall. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/11/2008 1:50:00 PM)

    Wonderful metaphor. Love the tug on the line. What happens when a memory breaks free?

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  • (4/11/2008 1:24:00 PM)

    Freedom is a wonderful feeling.

    I love how you wrote this...
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  • (4/11/2008 1:22:00 PM)

    Uhhhnmmmmm! Delicious freedom...running, running, flying free...all the way to France...Wonderful feel of finally being off the string, and flying....free! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 24, 2008

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