Life in Poetry
Painting by Dave Ellis
Triona Mc Morrow
Belated Happy Birthday Peter!! The poem for your birthday written by your son in law is lovely and a great tribute to your family! T
Have read your poems on Aoife. Can see the importance now for Margot and yourself of your 'little Meditteranean garden'. Memories last forever, the hurt not quite so long.
Thank you Peter for sharing your intimate feelings and thoughts on "paper". Your poems about Aoife are particularly vivid, your pain is palpable. I found them frightening and moving.
Happy memories of Aoife running through the woods and jumping off the 'Chesser' flood my mind Peter
thank you for sharing
Beautiful thoughts, words, poems. Thank you Peter. Opening our hearts.
What powerful, beautiful words. It's so painful to read as I feel your loss but also miss her. She was a force of nature!
Peter, you found words where no words could be founda way to relate when all relationship seemed gonethinking of you and Margot today
'A Man and his Forest' captures a lifetime's passion, man joining with nature. I see you started your blog on July 4th, one of my favourite days. Thank you for sharing your pieces for Aoife today.
Remember you and Margot describing your feelings on first seeing Aoife's painting. Heartbreaking and beautiful reading these poems Peter. Keep going x
"I missed her since before she died" - this is haunting.
Visceral and beautiful. We get a very touching insight to your love and loss. Thank you Peter
Was intrigued at your reminder of a much-admired Man and his Forest (July 18) making human space. Admire your strength today as you recall the hopeless desolation of the beach
Compliments on the ability to express the love/loss so eloquently? I am particularly conscious of Aoife’s loss at this time of year. The poignancy of Omaha/Portmarnock particularly striking.
Fíona K M
Stunningly beautiful, Peter. I'm in tears here. My daughter turned 26 yesterday so your poem to Aoife really resonates. XX
Thank you for sharing the Aoife poems Peter. The floodgates of grief reopen when reading them. I miss her. Love Clíodhna
Love it so far Peter. The imagery of the change in seasons, change in light. The little boy with the fever is evocative. Keep writing and sharing!
Fiona K M
Well done Peter! Love it. Keep writing...we have really enjoyed all your words to date!! X
Thanks Peter - what a refreshing page to open - love your work xxx
Thanks Peter & well done. Like the boy traipsing turf 'sod at a time' continue on your journey 'blog at a time'!
great affirmative front page, image and music. Love the poems. Whatever inner cringing you may be doing your words are strong life recovery over illness. little boy carrying turf sods down garden
Change is encouragingRanelagh road raises questions for me - mainly - which 3 year old in the western world would work themselves to illness these days? Well done, blogger!
Well done you ! Out of the bushes and into the limelight.... looks like ''the end of the beginning'', CongratsJohn
Ohhh! Well done!Much loveMag
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.
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