Adagio

Adagio

Tranquillity
Dishonoured by a pace
Which utters treason
Against a rationale
Which knows itself well.

Socrates adjured us:
'Know thyself'
And for what?
If Plato cannot convince
Others need know it too.

I slumber long
In the great adagios.
The world is deaf.
I hear it clearly.
I hear it all the time.

Donal's Portrait

Bon Voyage

Bon Voyage

Tomorrow a plane
A journey east
An island recluse
A sanity feast

The Tipping Scales

The Tipping Scales

What is denied, recurs.
And erodes
Unprepared shores.
Life's rites,
Win or fail,
Must be lived.
Or islands
Cease to be.


A ponderous death
Is a wasted life.
The forlorn rebirth
Of what might have been.
The death knell balance
Gazes aft.
At sacrifice rebuked.
Life lived, and missed.

In Ireland's Garden

In Ireland’s Garden

Beside the grey the pastures lie

Beneath the mountain luring sky

With tempting hues of rolling light

And solace pledged in meadows bright

And colours to the halcyon eye

Dance amidst a leafy sigh

A barren beauty within our reach

Depart the grey, to life, beseech