Life in Poetry
Jul. 29, 2017
Her image hits me a terrific blowthat shocks me four years on,the force of her absent presence.Her spirit when she schooled in Donegal,the closeness of our walks along Portmarnock,ferocious at eight, bags packed, leaving home.The intensity of how are you Dad,the after glow of hello-goodbye hugs
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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