Driftwood Poem by David O'Mahony

Driftwood



To min precious cup I wet min lips.
And gorge ‘pon the keeper in min midst
And woe betide man that befallen to thee,
Should come astride wisdom as well as gliw.

And in the musings of time all shall come to pass
As plainly a suitor to a lass
The bitten, blind pilgrim prays fervently
Oh I wish a black swan should herald one day.

For the smell of the grass, and the turquoise sky,
And the birds singing sweetly and the chorkling by
Doth ever min wound feedeth high and dry
to such lofty repose, repose, ne’er me by.

Driftwood
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life,love,love and loss,loss
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I don't believe that poetry should be explained explicitly. Likewise with the form. I don't believe that poetry should be classified. It constrains expression.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 06 May 2015

I agree with you, David. And I enjoyed your poem.

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David O'mahony 19 December 2016

Thanks Kelly.

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Beautiful description. Thank you for sharing

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a unique beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing

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a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing

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David O'mahony 06 May 2015

Thank you very much Herbert. You are very kind. :)

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