Falling Through Time Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Falling Through Time

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Old battered box
in dusty attic

falls at my feet
spills out your old love letters

(how fortuitous)

like froth on a wave
they wash around

where I stand

now

the years flooding back

this the bric a brac
of how we used to be

the flotsam & jetsam
of what was and what could have been.

My mind
a lonely seagull

crying in a stormy sky.

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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