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Remembering You

Remembering You

A ghostly flower blooming and withering,
(or blot) blinking with colors that strain to brightness,
to equal those of what were seen before;
fragments, with the music or plain utterances
attempting to be as loud (or as soft)
as what they really were...

But all in vain.

Blurred and ephemeral. Just for a haunting and fleeting...
Many times an unexpected visitor,
an intruder, inside...

What is complete and constant is that depressing spirit:

Void of form and details, yet lingering, encumbering,
dragging. Punctuated, highlighted,
by the thief that intermittently
gives, curses, and leaves

with a piece.



Drop your pen, give in,
draw close to the window
whence comes the sound.
Out there in the smog
of a damp April evening
A mistle thrush sings
of pleas and urgings,
of broody clucking
of soaring joy.
Maestro mocking
my empty page.

Mike Gallagher

Mike Gallagher, an Irish poet, lived in London for forty years. His poetry has been published worldwide and translated into six languages. He won the Michael Hartnett Viva Voce award in 2010 and 2016, the Desmond O'Grady International award in 2012 and was shortlisted for the Hennessy award in 2011.His collection Stick on Stone was published by Revival Press in 2013.


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