did the tips of fingers
seek each other and find
hesitating breath touch
of hope and fear and brine
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just read this again, neal, and this time, with the promise the shore and incoming waves suggests, made me think of my poem " at twenty years" written to my wife shortly after our twentieth anniversary. (in december we passed out forty-third.) -glen
Hello, Glen! So good to hear from you, my friend. I will have to pop over and look that one up. And congratulations on 43- that is a wonderful accomplishment!
i like this, neal, relating it to what i know of why the irish came to america. i think of a series we're watching about the building of the transcontinental railroad and the irish who helped build it, of frank mccourt and his books angela's ashes and 'tis, and of a fine movie with the simple title brooklyn which mirrors in part my half-sister's experience (she's a quarter irish) . then of my immigrant grandparents, jews escaping persecution from the pale at the turn of the century. -glen
You have such an original, strong, and vibrant voice, Seamus. You have a palette of words that you do not hesitate to use in startling but oh so right ways to get the emotions and the depth of your poems across to your readers. This poem is yet another stunning write! Thank you for posting them to light our way to writing better.10 million 10's would not be enough! !
Thank you, dear Susan! It is always such a delight to see your gracious comments and insights. I just wish I had more time to more involved in this community. All the best, my dear.!