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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. Six years ago, I started writing poetry and short stories as a hobby; I've 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...

Thursday, 27 August 2015

Prosing Poetically....



As light as a ticklish feather
Or heavy as a hammer blow
Words may arrive dishevelled
Angst ridden and boisterous
Ready for instant retribution
Notes of lively linguistics simmer
Spitting back in silent defiance
One’s soul emerges onto paper
Fragments bear internal scars
Nervous revelations reach out
Eyes connect worlds of words
A bare line finds a chink of light
Night time confines the darkness
Between the mountain or sea
One is never far from impact
Inspiration dwells in boredom
Or in the sliver of a rainbow
Nature draws its own opinion
Poets translate the intention
Prose rests upon opportunity
No formality or trussed odes
Odd-like concoctions travail
When prosing in poetic style

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 27/08/2015
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9 comments:

  1. nice! I really like flow of this one.

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  2. If words arrive 'disheveled,' the poet finds a way to arrange them. And so often eyes connect those worlds of words and finds a way to write the poem that expresses just what the poet wants to say. So true that inspiration can come through something like boredom or through a rainbow. The poet takes his/her inspiration where she/finds it. So nice to see you once again, Eileen.

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  3. Nature draws its own opinion
    Poets translate the intention

    This is so true.. we often strive to depict the essence of nature and possess its beauty in our verse. Excellent write :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  4. I really enjoy all of the varying facets of poetry that you reveal in your examples...a beautiful poem indeed!

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  5. Wonderful, Eileen! I especially like the "notes of lively linguistics".

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  6. i'm with you on the form of free verse and or prose. no rules no regulations just a simple paintbrush dipped in paint, painting on a blank canvass without care of color, lines or borders, not knowing what will come about. ...nature draws its own opinion/poets translate the intention...

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  7. love this moment of the arrival of words and then the inspiration...

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  8. I liked the contrast between poetry and prose, Eileen. Well-penned!

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