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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started writing poetry eight years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog which is regularly updated. COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com} Header Photograph: Ballycastle Beach, County Antrim, Northern Ireland...

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Flighty Feathers....

Tickled by another mid-sleep wakening
Bleary images of many wavering words
Feelings touched upon pen and notepad
Night’s half-light captured a hasty delivery
Pillow dreams emptied their great surprise
Morning revealed the untidily scrawled gems
Delicate whispers had quite simply floated by

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 20/11/2013
Poets United Prompt: Verse First ~ The Work Is Not About Place


  1. That is one place (on my pillow and between dreams) where I have written so much. What a delightful sleepy eyed poem

  2. Fantastic. My dreams, thoughts and images disappear even before I am awake so I rarely come out of it with any gems. I especially love "Pillow dreams emptied their great surprise". Brilliant!

  3. well done... I think many of us have words pile up in those sleeping hours...

  4. I am with Sherry. I don't remember dreams at all. You are fortunate to remember. I would so very much appreciate delicate whispers floating by, but no such luck for me.

  5. I used to call the pad I keep there my dream catcher, but now I sleep and don't remember. I like the humor you found in not being able to read what you wrote when morning arrived. The night was so busy with thought fish that got away.

  6. It's ok. It happens most times. The good thing one is freshened in the morning for a timely review of the night's happening. Dreams in between can give countless ideas. Some even clamor for it! Nice write Eileen! Some realities here!


  7. muse playing hide and seek....i can relate to this...enjoyed the beautiful imagery....

  8. Very beautiful about how the thoughts unfold and pour out.

  9. ha. i keep a notebook by the bed and often whn i get snatches jot it down...sometimes i def cant make out what i wrote.....

  10. "Pillow dreams emptied their great surprise..." I love that line! Your entire poem was wonderful to read. I relate to the middle-of-the-night epiphanies... :)

  11. I cannot tell you how many times I have come fully awake with a poem floating around in my head!! So well put.


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