Seán O Muiríosa

Rookie - -6 Points (A Thursday,1987 / Tiobraid Arann)

Seán O Muiríosa Poems

41. Something's Imminent 4/14/2007
42. Burn 4/20/2007
43. City Night Fm 5/18/2007
44. A Return To A Coral Beach In Connemara 7/23/2007
45. Frozen Sweeper 5/20/2005
46. Countless Hours 4/29/2006
47. Breaking Modern Convention - A Sonnet 10/27/2006
48. Boulder 2/12/2006
49. Among Tall Pine Trees 6/10/2005
50. Let Love Shine Through And True 5/14/2005
51. Smile, Friend, Smile 2/1/2007
52. Connemara Seas 11/28/2005
53. Cracks Of Night 3/30/2005
54. The Visiting Hours 4/10/2005
55. Country Essence - Haiku 4/24/2005
56. Ode To Sylvia Plath 11/24/2005
57. Opening Tunnel Vision 5/24/2005
58. A Journey To My Roots 4/10/2005

Comments about Seán O Muiríosa

  • Daniel Tyler (1/29/2006 9:09:00 AM)

    Hello Sean. I am very impressed by your owrk which takes the best of traditional and new forms and moulds them together very well. Vivid imagery is a really striking feature of your work. Good writing for 2006.
    Daniel

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  • Sofia P (12/21/2005 12:24:00 PM)

    Hi Sean and thank you for your comments submitted on one of my works. I appreciate all feedback and it is even more important for me seeing how other poets understand my messages.

    I read your work as well and would like to extend my sincere admiration for your vivid language, your diverse scenery and a mature poetry level that could nicely be published too. You should look into that by the way! Congratulations on a good work.

  • Amanda Lukas (11/4/2005 7:41:00 PM)

    Sean, I think you have alot of talent. You've got a wonderfully descriptive nature. Glad you found your niche. Thank you for sharing with us and good luck!

    Amanda Lukas

Best Poem of Seán O Muiríosa

A Journey To My Roots

The old house stood as sturdy as ever
even as the mangled jade ivy clung and grasped
as it had for decades, but she would never be killed.
It’s not in her make-up.

A strangely small garden shook me at first
until memory kicked in removing all those fears
with its usual record of rhetoric:
I had not been here now for close on ten years...

Inside a marbled, brown chocolate fireplace greeted us.
There was some catching up
over mugs a’ tae and sweet crumbly biscuits.
A cool chill snapped at my ankles suddenly

from the deep reaches of the old ...

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A Golden End

Golden waves rushed on in
upon a rusty Irish sky
as mother sang out across the land,
fading leaves strained on branches.
The swallows said goodbye.

Crunchy red apples, luscious green pears
they’re all reaching their peak.
They plop down with the changing wind

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