Other Horizons....

Dusted down and then stored away,

The usual regularity is now reclining.

Monumental efforts transfer modes,

Spirits land between here and there.

Enthusiasm grips the wanderlust desire,

Lethargy tugs at tiredness in one’s mind.

Promises seek to respond to the reward,

Far-away fields reveal a pleasant ambiance.

Immersing and embracing a new language,

Scents and tastes infiltrate this adventure.

Enhancement adds a hint of embellishment,

Experiences afford a bouquet of newness.

A calming collective positions itself within,

Dawn and dusk merely sneak into daily view. 

Routines are back in another time and place, 

This other world simply captures and refreshes.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 30/06/2014

The Best of Both....

Generally hovering above and beyond,

The call of indecision looms close nearby.

Immeasurable in an immense generosity,

Incalculable pangs of frequent despondency.

A silent slippage simply wrestles the wellbeing,

Grasps with an unrelentless pull into a darkness.

Light ceases to influence or instil desire of being,

Commencement of a return is in futuristic mode.

A body between opposing zones exhausts easily,

Deprived of contentment and the clarity to exist.

Long shadows presently cast a distorted outlook,

One wills goodness to permeate in a short term.

Intervening days and nights rest upon the internals,

Remuneration collated in the sighting of a single smile.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 19/06/2014

Poet’s United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Light and Dark.’

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/poets-united-midweek-motif-light-and.html

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

An Unedifying Silence....

The whimper of a whisper reached the world,

Eventually distress was known, but still forgotten.

Sometimes, that is all we hear in our own silence,

We do not absorb the message we think we read.

The silent village without a means of world volume,

Girls cast aside by enduring threat and suppression.

The imposition of casual opportunity upon innocence,

Actions of vile wickedness defiling the sanctity of life.

The common horror heard in the murmur of a silence,

A happening lost for exposition within its captive state.

As facile as the tightening nooses in the mango grove,

Onlookers collect in a common expectation and ritual.

Respect falters as robes twitch in the evening breeze,

The only voice hangs in the silent spectacle of death itself.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 04/06/2014

Associated with the Prompt at Poets United: Mid-Week Motif: ‘Public Protest.’..

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/may/31/india-gang-rape-katra-sadatgunj-fathyer-speaks