Seán O Muiríosa

Rookie (A Thursday,1987 / Tiobraid Arann)

Seán O Muiríosa Poems

41. The Grey Unsure Road 11/28/2005
42. Connemara Seas 11/28/2005
43. Dedication 8/24/2005
44. Electrical Cocoon 3/26/2005
45. Saddest City Lane 1/9/2006
46. Wish 2/12/2006
47. Grandad 9/23/2005
48. Country Essence - Haiku 4/24/2005
49. Among Tall Pine Trees 6/10/2005
50. Boulder 2/12/2006
51. A Coral Beach In Connemara 7/29/2005
52. Clearly 5/8/2006
53. A Golden End 1/26/2005
54. A Journey To My Roots 4/10/2005
55. The Visiting Hours 4/10/2005
56. Cracks Of Night 3/30/2005
57. Opening Tunnel Vision 5/24/2005
58. Ode To Sylvia Plath 11/24/2005

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.

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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

Ode To Sylvia Plath

Painful star of poetry;
Misery disguised,
Misery unleashed;
Ending in an oven.
Beautiful misery,
Beautiful star,
Guide me.

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The Visiting Hours

I visited your grey face today.
Your not well, old friend, not well.
They say it’s spreading swiftly
Through your every curve and bend,
I examined you myself with cruel eyes
The world will never be able to mend.
You’ve changed all right.
What caused it?
All those years of over indulgence?

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