Ireland - Two Poems

Portrush and Dublin, 1976

The North.

Burnt peat black land.

Atlantic salt rocks.

Giants slipping on seaweed hair.

A small dog races ridicously along the beach,

voices shout names stolen by the wind.

The South.

Pointlessly drifting in Dublin,

looking outside blindly.

It´s a journal not a diary she said,

and quickly left me more alone than before.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the description of Ireland. I was station outside of Stuttgart. I did many road trip to Ireland. The people were kind and the beer very good. Thank you for the field trip in your words. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Emily B]

not the vision I expected, but well worth the travel to get here

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Leslie,

Wonderful work. Very insightful. These were short, succinct summaries that i greatly enjoyed. Loved the opening two lines, followed in the ending of the pieces with more mundane, everyday observances. Wonderful observation.

Kudos. High marks.

Best regards for the New Year of 2012!

Rick

[Rikkevi Rue]

reflective of the voice of the land and the people, and the colorful and volatile history. Speaks from the heart as only Irish can! Your simplicity and absence of words is remarkable

[Jeremy Baker]

Desolate and beautiful, with longing and melancholy. Wonderful writing!

[rosemary keogh]

I can relate to this one coming from dublin. Have to say had a giggle when I read its a journal not a dairy. So somthing a dub would say lol im also sad it was a bad experience for u. love the way u
expressed it. Thank you:)

[Cherrie]

..voices shout names stolen by the wind.. wonderful poem very sound and full of images I love that line about the wind. Great job!

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Great contrast of the two areas..I have not been there but imagine it would be like comparing rural to city in America..Thanks for reading and commenting on my work.I appreciate the time spent there..Sunflower

[Hotwater]

How sad that last line... good imagery throughout. I need to visit that giants causeway one day.
*bird*

[Eric Cox]

Nice poetic imagery to a very good piece.