Matt Mooney

(1943 / South Galway, Ireland.)

Always Eighteen


The clearness of a dream
I had in bed last night
Has dimmed at dawn-
I'm awake and looking west,
Its dialogue in a deep sleep
Now almost vanished
In the wash of awakening.

In the dream, so real I swear,
She appeared:
Into my head as I slept she crept:
Always eighteen.
As lovely as I left her
At her father's hearth
And said our last goodbyes
To all the years of my unspoken love.
Love's Labour- I began to say,
(Speaking of the title of a play)
But there she stopped me
In my mid line
To finish it herself this time:
'Love's Labour- is never- Lost'

Contradicting
Both Shakespeare and myself.
That was the only thing she said
As with the dream she left my bed.

Submitted: Thursday, July 23, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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  • Charles Monroe (10/29/2013 1:45:00 PM)

    'Top One-Hundred Poets Club'
    Out of Thousands and thousands of Poems online
    Mine was number sixty-five.
    Poet with a Thousand Kills
    But with weak promotion skills.
    Poem Hunters lose their way
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    Top One-Hundred Poets Club.
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    Smiling proud with Pen in Hand
    We remain the Underrated.
    It will take a thousand Poets
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    But nothing beats the satisfaction
    To receive an honest Vote.
    Poem Hunts the lamest Ducks
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    Novus Ordo Seclorum (Report) Reply

  • Susan Lacovara (10/20/2013 12:34:00 AM)

    I have indeed voted for your lovely poem...sometimes the bittersweet return, of a lover, lost, even if only in a fleeting dream, is enough to make the heart dance again...as if 18...and unaware of the long life road ahead...beautifully expressed. I now take your words, with me, and drift towards sleep...in search of my lost love. Goodnight and PEACE (Report) Reply

  • Tom Bannon (10/19/2013 2:54:00 PM)

    Fantastic piece - Love the dialogue in the poem and another lovely memory put down beautifully in verse (Report) Reply

  • Jim Larkin (10/19/2013 10:10:00 AM)

    Awesome poetry Matt. I love it. Very touching. Keep writing such great poetry. A+++++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Karin Joyce (10/19/2013 9:00:00 AM)

    The tender memories of youth. Powerful. As lovely as I left her at her father's hearth. Soars your heart back in time. Well done. Best of luck. (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (10/12/2013 10:11:00 PM)

    i especially enjoyed the following lines:

    slept she crept:
    Always eighteen.

    That was the only thing she said
    As with the dream she left my bed.

    besides enjoying the rhymes, i found your lines very picturesque.
    thanks for sharing. i give it an excellent, which i don't give easily. in fact if i wait too long to vote i may drop it a notch. na. (Report) Reply

  • Rekha Mandagere (2/8/2011 11:22:00 PM)

    The thought 'Love's Labour- is never- Lost' is highly moving one towards deep faith in life.it is a great gift to all of us. (Report) Reply

  • Gayle Sweeney (1/7/2011 7:36:00 AM)

    A very wonderful, moving poem. always eighteen, yes that is where i want to be and love's labor never lost is a beautiful beautiful thought to hold onto forever. gayle (Report) Reply

  • Juan Olivarez (11/15/2010 6:33:00 PM)

    Excellent poetry Matt, your writing reminds me of The works of William Butler Yeats.
    It is definitely a ten (Report) Reply

  • Bert Bell (10/27/2010 10:39:00 PM)

    This is an absolutely marvelous poem. It's so poignant and visceral and the images are keen and vivid. It's simply splendid. 10++++ (Report) Reply

  • Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (5/30/2010 3:28:00 AM)

    'Love's Labour- is never- Lost' ~ Maestro

    She left the virtuality. ‘Into my head as I slept she crept: /Always eighteen. For future contemplation and regurgitation to be all time in nostalgia ‘Always eighteen’ even decades after

    Excellent poetry Sir
    10/10 [for all eighteens]
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK (Report) Reply

  • Anita Trivedi (4/23/2010 1:41:00 AM)

    I use to believe dreams are beutiful but after reading this one my Believe has became more stronger........ its real beuty............. (Report) Reply

  • ~ Jon London ~ (9/15/2009 6:38:00 AM)

    A magical write Matt....The romantic ink this has been written with stands proud through out....We all feel our youth return inside with love....it cures us all....beautiful composition 10 (Report) Reply

  • Buscador Del Palabra (8/30/2009 3:29:00 PM)

    I love the impertinence of contradicting Shakespeare. In fact, impertinence is one of my favorite virtues, and so easily accomplished, since no truism can be always right. I really love this 10 of a poem. Our age makes it that much sweeter.
    Mike (Report) Reply

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