The Story That Is Us Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The Story That Is Us

Rating: 2.6


Hearts fluttering
like the pages of a book
left on a table top

the wind reading
the story that is us
page by page

sometimes skipping bits
its lips moving silently
as it reads

until it stops
& sighs:
'Now, that...
that's...real love! '

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MUSIC FROM DARKNESS

The tips
of your fingertips
caresse me

we listening
to music in the dark
as if the air
itself were made from music

each touch
a cascade of strings
your fingertips tracing
chasing a fall of notes

that wash
(oh the ebb & flow)
across my face.
I feel you only
as music now

emanating from darkness
creating & uncreating
me
with the lightness
of your touch.

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GIFT

You give me
the gift
of your being

a woman
the gift
of your desire
the wanting of me

the gift
of this
body
as it flowers

full of love and laughter
the gift
of your nearness

each second
so new
I stupidly asking you:

'Why do you love me? '
you smiling:
'I just...do! '

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scarlett Treat 28 November 2007

Why DO I love your work? I don't know...I just do....and you, as well, you double donalldonall Irishman! !

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Dee Dee Wright 12 October 2007

My God you can write a love poem from any angle and concept and this is just such a unique way of looking at that eternal subject. It's incredibly beautiful and absolutely amazing in all its surprising loveliness. God...you're good! love Dee Dee

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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