Dónall Dempsey

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

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Theatre Of The Self(For My Old Pal Al) - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Incense
& music

candle light
& stained glass

these
my religion

the church
of the senses

my only existence

lost
in the sweet jangle

of the swinging brazier

prayer
forming in the air

real & tangible
as a ghost

coiling &
uncoiling

like a snake
made of smoke

wrapping itself
around the choir's

sweet voices

love to see
the words

clothed
in smelly smoke

ascend
the perfumed air

building a stairway
of music

made suddenly
visible

reaching for a Heaven
even then

I knew
did not

exist

glorying only
in the make believe

the theatre
of the self.


Comments about ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Theatre Of The Self(For My Old Pal Al) by Dónall Dempsey

  • (3/24/2010 7:40:00 AM)


    GOD! i wish i could write like this Donall. i wuz floating away with the smoke as i read it. genius. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 2, 2010


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