Dónall Dempsey

Rookie - 76 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Adagio - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The music
tiptoes

through
the room

careful not to
wake the sleeping

photographs
of the dead

their lives
trapped behind glass

amongst vast fields
of wallpaper violets

stopping to
caress

the singular
beauty

of the rose
dreaming

in its chipped
vase

of the garden
where it was born

curtains led
by a breeze

into their dance
gazing upon the green

that unfurls
about the house

the music
wounded now

by a tear
that grown upon

her cheek
note by note

a woman staring into space

the cat asleep
upon her toes

the music retreating
back into the mahogany cabinet

curling itself
into its circle

a whirlpool of black
shellac

the music
lost in the silence

only its breathing
audible now

in the runoff
groove

the needle returning
to its proper place

with a click
the last light

stealing across
the lawn

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Comments about Adagio by Dónall Dempsey

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/20/2013 3:15:00 AM)

    the music lost in silence, good write.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013


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