Bittersweet ...

Pleasure or pain

As common as

Falling raindrops

Or streams of tears

Emotions stretched

This way and that

Passing clouds

May tip the balance

Sunshine or showers

Love tries patience

With heartfelt kisses

Or heartless sighs

From a silent mouth

Of deadpan words

Eileen T O’Neill 29/11/2017

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Posy

A pretty bunch of kisses

Wrapped in promise

Love’s unspoken poem

Every stem a heartbeat

Of perfumed bloom

A still life scene

Pleasing to the eye

Glass tinted roses

A myriad of colours

Their shiny claws of thorn

Prickles of warning

Petals of confetti

A bouquet of smiles

To send and receive

Eileen T O’Neill 22/11/2017

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Celestial..

Perhaps a passing soul

Dancing heavenly

Upon a rainbow bolt

Of crazy lightening

A clickety clack of heels

While wisps of fandango

Passed floats of stars

Ginger nuts snapped

As flashes of inspiration

Cascaded from above

To simply dazzle

Eyes of twinkles

Gasp in amazement

©Eileen T O’Neill 15/11/2017

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Silence..

Solitude’s best character

Is found in circumstances

Where thoughts can mature

And thrive

Or simply take time away

Silence is a body’s

Emollient and calmative

It enfolds tense shoulders

And hugs with understanding

Coaxes a subdued spirit

To rise in its own time

Silence affords the space

For a considered response

It’s not loud or demanding

Silence has its own language

©Eileen T O’Neill 08/11/2017

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Saints

Saints are next to

Being Godly,

We might assume-

The ones already

On the right path,

Upright and without

A sin to besmirch

Their faultless ways

At odds seemingly

With life’s sinners-

Highlighted by

Misdemeanours

And habitual lapses

Barely there

In the pews at the rear-

Yet,

Both saint and sinner

Have much in common;

Falling from grace,

Falling off the wagon,

Sin is not exclusive;

One needs the other,

In order to understand

Human failings

And the subsequent

Means of recovery

With respect for

The individual fortunes,

Life attributes.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 02/11/2017

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