Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,546 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Stolen Time - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Happy
the photograph

lies
curled up(inside)

the box
camera

asleep &
dreaming of being

heavy with
Time &

tangled sunlight

your scarlet smile
biting into

the greenness
of an apple

that startles
with its intenseness

the dripping jewel
of honeycomb

(sunlight solidified)

we two
(Happiness personified)

the memory of it
now

eager to be
born

crisp, clear & clean on
the whitest of white

photographic paper

only for a
(sneaky) thief

to steal(not only)
the camera

& its little
box


but the photograph
to be


your stolen smile
our stolen time


that Past
(that once was ours)


a flickering shadow
sunlight staining my mind.


Comments about Stolen Time by Dónall Dempsey

  • alice sunderland (10/7/2008 6:03:00 AM)

    great stuff donall. when i read your stuff im reminded of something Jack (famous irishman) Charlton said after seeing bobby moore play a lovely pass in 1966 final. 'i'll never be able to play this bloody game! ' I'm jack. you are poetry incarnate - or in camden - take yer pick. (Report)Reply

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  • Original Unknown Girl (10/7/2008 4:13:00 AM)

    Sigh.... this is so very beautiful. Donall I don't know how you do it but you do it so very well... this little poem seems effortless but it is so heavy with beautiful emotion and imagery. I love it... You are fab you are! HG: -) xx (Report)Reply

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  • Scarlett Treat (10/6/2008 3:43:00 PM)

    The mind sees the photograph, before the camera is ever, ever clicked, and thus, the picture is forever mine, scarlet(t) lips, green apple! SNAP! Now you are mine, Forever. (Report)Reply

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  • Onelia Avelar (10/6/2008 2:57:00 PM)

    A little bit nostalgic but not too much. Fortunately the melancholy and pessimism do not thrive well in your poems, maybe because of the wind :) or who knows, but the poems bring always optimism and sweet not bitter nostalgia. That is what I like! (Report)Reply

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  • Janice Windle (10/3/2008 6:05:00 PM)

    Beautiful picture of a picture that never was realised except in your memory. The thief that stole the camera couldn't steal the memory. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 3, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, January 9, 2009


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