napowrimo Day 12 (Remove filter)
Origins
I have no roots –
only memories.
Present becomes past before my eyes
Life is lived, recorded there, somehow,
More or less imperfectly inscribed
Within my head, thus stored behind my brow.
These things exist for me, just in my mind,
For if I try to seek them out again
There’s only ever something new to find:
Nothing in the stillness can remain.
I have no root...
Friday 12th April 2019 9:25 pm
Táim sa Bhaile
It’s on the coast.
Nothing west of it
until you hit America.
The small village,
just a few miles away
is typically Irish;
four bars and four churches,
one of which an ancient ruin.
The beach is idyllic;
blue flagged,
long enough for all comers,
glorious golden sand
with ocean waves
warmed by the Gulf Stream.
In summer, it’s perfect.
When ...
Friday 12th April 2019 12:15 pm
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