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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, 29 October 2014

A Tad Fragile....



Slightly downbeat in mood,
Buoyancy deflated for now.
Bright lights blinding sense,
Distortion grasps the images.
Pulsating pains jab and jive,
Temples stress to contain.
Cowering close to a finality,
Hope sits on faraway horizons.
Tomorrow is beyond tolerance,
Despair twists a sad conscience.
Salty tears slide in their freedom,
Nothingness is the only company.
Decisions hover in a place of limbo,
Consequences await next actions.
Notes of time edge to the surface,
A conscience touched in a moment.
Down but not beyond temptation,
A helping hand steadies resilience.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 29/10/2014
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘Broken.’
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.co.uk/2014/10/broken.html

14 comments:

  1. Yes fragile and a bit broken. I think your poem goes to a similar place as mine did. Yours is very well done.

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  2. yikes....afraid to move for what the next decision might bring....thank goodness for those helping hands that come along to lift us up

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  3. We often forget how hard life can be on a daily basis for some, I think. Despair reigns more than hope. So true that a helping hand can make a big difference....letting the down-hearted know that someone cares. Good to see you, Eileen! You were missed.

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  4. Reaching out does not have to be complicated but will be worth it if it makes a difference for a homeless or broken person.

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  5. A helping hand steadies resilience.

    Yes, one certainly needs that stability. If only it is given readily! Great word craft Eileen!

    Hank

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  6. Thank god for those helping hands in times like these, Eileen.

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  7. This really makes you think and look at life through other eyes. Thought provoking poem.

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  8. your lines perfectly describe my State where i live in India only without those helping hands...sigh..

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  9. you've weaved a wonderfully written tale of sadness and deprivation. love it!

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  10. We all know about jabbing and jiving pain when we're sad. This poem speaks to the familiar in a unique way. Nice response to the prompt!

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  11. Wonderful words. A really well crafted, thoughtful piece.

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  12. A place we all come to sometime in life...fragile and raw. A wonderful and poignant write Eileen!

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  13. Indeed, a helping hand can so often prevent our shattering into a million pieces. Lovely write, Eileen.

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