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Eoin O Riordan Poem
Fresh out of the system, how obtuse this decision is.
My contemporary choosing my future.
And I still a green banana.
Would the world break!
Slow down time and let me think!
Just for a day, maybe two.
The coming of summer has barely been noticed.
So symbolic of relaxation this time of year is,
But there's no rest for those who ponder over a deadline.
Oh! This heavy boulder will be lifted from me tomorrow evening,
The question is, will I fall with it?
Or wipe the dust off my hands in satisfaction
And walk towards the light.
Copyright © Eoin O Riordan | Year Posted 2012
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Eoin O Riordan Poem
And people walk toward the heat,
fearing the chills of loneliness.
But did they know?
Did they know a summer's afternoon
turns into a desert quicker than
a human's mind realises tribulations?
And they are stuck there.
Thousands of voices screaming from a well,
"Give us water".
But you are as arid as the ground around them.
The Kangaroo Rat's tail seems a viable follower.
What works for him might work for you.
However he adapted.
Love is no form of evolution.
Copyright © Eoin O Riordan | Year Posted 2012
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Eoin O Riordan Poem
To read and write sentiments which you and i have constructed,
wraps my heart in embroidered cloth,
similar to those Yeats spoke so fondly of.
It is as if those letters send me on a path of happiness,
which leads to a different world,
full of grins both childish and passionate,
but never sinister.
A world created by you, and only you,
of which you used words and letters to create.
And this world is watched over,
by sea blue eyes filled with dense and magical forestry.
Copyright © Eoin O Riordan | Year Posted 2012
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