He watches the light of the dawn,
Sweeping in with his fertile imagination,
Catching his talk with the fire of elation,
A master of creativity in stories embroidered
With humorous portraits,
He dangles with relish his succulent bait,
Of drama supreme,
With an encore every day,
Like living an earth driven dream.
Striding across his boggy land,
Riding out his horse surveying the pastures velvet, green,
In his mind music erupts, from a traditional Irish band,
He conquers his demons with dedication,
The man has accepted his weakness,
In full knowledge he is a bright star,
In his lovely Leitrim exposing his inner reflections,
In a county embracing all his challenges to beat,
His heart is at peace of been fully grounded on poor soil,
He flourishes in his daily toil, without any turmoil,
He centres his personality away from his birth city,
With his wisdom of knowing at last he has found home,
Where the empty void is blown away with the westerly wind,
He is now comfortable in his own time zone,
Of living is a gift of forgiving, with his family around him,
His spirit can never be quenced, as he is now never alone.
With my Irish ancestry, how could I not enjoy this poem. I love its images and truths and the line In full knowledge he is a bright star, . Technically the poem is sound and the last 3 verses (lines) leave one with a feeling of warmth and happiness. At my age (70) , and as an Eckist, I've garnered many insights with respect to our mental, physical, emotional and spiritual beingness and what I've gleaned is reflected in my poetry. I don't know if you've checked out my poems, you might find some quite touching. [To get a glimpse of the Eck teachings, check out the Eckankar.org website.]
With my Irish ancestry, how could I not enjoy this poem. I love its images and truths and the line In full knowledge he is a bright star, . Technically the poem is sound and the last 3 verses (lines) leave one with a feeling of warmth and happiness. At my age (70) , and as an Eckist, I've garnered many insights with respect to our mental, physical, emotional and spiritual beingness and what I've gleaned is reflected in my poetry. I don't know if you've checked out my poems, you might find some quite touching. [To get a glimpse of the Eck teachings, check out the Eckankar.org website.]
Interesting poem Hazel - we need to be comfortable in our own time zone in order to be contented.
With the empty void blown away, a man finds a new sky, star studded and bright! With his family around and comfortable in his time zone, he feels he is never alone. A really powerful portrayal of conquest! !
A tender and touching composition that is both refreshing and rich! Well done my friend!
He is now comfortable in his own time zone, Of living is a gift of forgiving, with his family around him, His spirit can never be quenced, as he is now never alone. Instead of living in others' time zone if we learn to live in our time zone definitely we shall be comfortable............10
I love an Irish band myself. When abroad we always seek out an Irish pub. Great fun.
very powerful.. well written. a great poem.. thought provoking and well crafted... how are you my muse poet.. best wishes.. musfiq
A great poem, a spirit is never alone with family around, it just sometimes takes time to realize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With his wisdom of knowing at last he has found home. What a beautiful line. I am in awe of your ability to tell a story with your words.I give it a ten.