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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...

Monday, 9 June 2014

Love's Challenges....

Passion knows its limitations are scarce,
A boundless and borderless location.
Unfettered in its weightiness and lust,
Swerving between moods and modes.
Grasping in a tightly held heartiness,
Clasping and twisting within its rapture.
Almost depleting ease of easy breathing,
Consuming and devouring a new power.
At times hating the crushing attentiveness,
Yet bereft and relishing an imminent return.
Head-over-heels or standing on ragged edges,
It hounds and captivates each waking wink.
Secreting itself within deepest recess of being,
Its presence infiltrates and disperses enduringly.
Pounding upon the freedoms of actions in mind,
Love challenges any escape from beyond its hold.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 09/06/2014


  1. A thought provoking poem that I thoroughly enjoyed.
    Great poem, Eileen .
    You are so well versed no matter the verse....

    Best wishes

  2. Love challenges any escape
    from beyond its hold.

    A classic ending Eileen! Just how powerful love can be. Its hold is so tenacious and powerful that one may need to really struggle to free oneself. I believe this is so true! Wonderful write!


  3. Passion definitely can have it's limits if not set on the foundation of something stable and everlasting. Beautiful poem Eileen.

  4. Depthful writing, Eileen. I like the flow of the poem and the progression of your thoughts. The ending was perfect. I do think that once love takes hold there is no escape. We are held by its grasp.


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