In it

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                 My feet in the water feeling it flow

                                        and instantly cool me.

                My thoughts in the treetops catching the breeze

                                                                            as it passes me.

               My heart in the wild seeing nature around me

                                         senses alert, yet soothed by it all.

RKBrown 2015

Answer back Innisfree

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I’ll not go back to Innisfree,                                                                                                                  no more is it my home.                                                                                                                         Lake Isle is not the place for me,                                                                                                         the land no more our own.

I turn my back on Innisfree                                                                                                                  and leave it all behind.                                                                                                                          The westward road will carry me                                                                                                      so far from all my kind.

And all the sorrows of Innisfree                                                                                                          that ground my family down,                                                                                                              still will always be with me.                                                                                                                As to Innisfree I’m bound.

R.K.Brown 2015

 

 

 

Leaving

It is the end of National Poetry Month, while I didn’t get many poems done, I did work on some. In my poetry group we read and discussed Yeats’ lovely The Lake Isle Innisfree and had to create from that our own poem, any form. I ended up with an answer back poem. I generally do very minimal poems, trying to distill the words as much as I can, so this was a bit of a change for be. But it just all rushed to the surface of my mind and onto the paper. Love that about poetry!

Immigrant Family

(Photo from Ellis Island Archives)

Leaving

I’ll not come back to Innisfree

no more is it my home

Lake Isle is not the place for me,

the land no more our own.

I turn my back on Innisfree,

and leave it all behind.

The westward road will carry me

so far from all my kind.

And all the sorrows of Innifree

that ground my family down,

still will always be with me;

as to Innsifree I’m bound.

Rebecca Killeen-Brown

Slamming Open the Door

Slamming open the door

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This is a selection of poems that stays with you, maybe not the entire poems, but the feelings and certain lines are sure to. Right through to the final poem the author is telling an ongoing story that doesn’t end with that last poem. I think the imagery of Death Barged In is so strong as to seat you at the table or see the rearranged furniture. The human connection between reader and author is undeniable even if this particular tragedy hasn’t come to your door.