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The resources of poetry are as inexhaustible as human experience itself and poet who writes with freshness and originality of language can achieve lasting success. But capturing an emotional experience with a good command of language brings soul searching excitement to the reader. This weeks poem from M.Kelly of Roque Bluffs, Maine illustrates the point.
M. Kelly Lombardi, credits her love, teaching and writing to Lizzie O'Brien her Mayo Grandmother. She has extensive poetry credits in literary magazines throughout the USA as well as Ireland/Italy. Her first book of poetry was about an Augustinian Monastery in Tuscany.
Mayo Songs
Now at the dark
hour I miss the music
of her voice hushing
me in Irish, her soft
sibilants soothing
like the honey she fed
me for the sore throat
after my tonsils came out.
How I miss
the night songs she
sang to me as I lay
awake, huddled,
in the dark, frightened
of the sounds, the angry
shouts, curses, poundings,
and howls of hurt
coming through thin walls
of the cheap tenement
we had moved to
after Da died.
It was then, in the dark,
she would come
to me, settle for the
night in the rocker
by my bed, wrap her
heavy shawl about
herself, and sing to me
of green fields,
white sheep,
stone fences,
saints, kings
and poets..
© © M. Kelly Lombardi
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