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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, 12 January 2015


It bites with an unrepentant force,
Sinking its gnashers into life’s calm.
Creeps silently to rest on opportunity,
Forcing chills of a harsh north-westerly.
It catches breath by surprise and stealth,
Heart beats race to seek chambers of rest.
No namby-pamby summer breeze to thrill,
Reality grasps pleasantries and casts aside.
Shakes and stirs cocktails of mixed emotions,
Heaving wishful thinking into another zone.
Options surface and cluster towards choices,
This and that were envious of the half-dozen.
Boxed into submission as dawn projected itself,
Neither here nor elsewhere looked most likely.
Facts starred back in a black and white clarity,
The half-way house was almost a worthy refuge.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 12/01/2015
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘One Word.’


  1. I like some of the word choices here and the imagery.
    'Shakes and stirs cocktails of mixed emotions' stands out for me :)

  2. Yes, so very true....Reality cannot be denied. We can keep blinders on our eyes for a time, but eventually reality wins out! Facts are there & hit and demand to be reckoned with. Wishful thinking, as you implied, accomplishes nothing!

  3. A very powerful poem, Eileen, with striking imagery. Reality is something we cannot deny forever, in the end it does bite us.

  4. Reality, as much as we want it to, will not cease being reality :) beautiful poem.

  5. tight poem - really solid imagery - edgy too!


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