Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
| If you have a poem you'd like to see published in The Irish Examiner then send it to:
The Poetry Corner
The Irish Examiner USA
1040 Jackson Avenue, Third Floor
Long Island City
NY 11101
or, preferably, you can email it direct to
ronniemcginn@eircom.net.
If possible keep your poem to 20 lines. You may choose any subject you like, in any form you like as long as it's original. We look forward to hearing from you. |
Poetry is language. That is inescapable. It may contain ideas, but it is not ideas; it may tell a story, but it is not stories. It may express the whole range of human emotion, but unless its language is vital, fresh and surprising, those emotions will be blurred and ineffectual. Poetry, then, is a vital, fresh and surprising language.
Patricia Coulter of Toronto, Canada, gave us this week's poem. Patricia captures the atmosphere of the moment and uses language angelically to portray the real and inner beauty of the world we live in.
Dawn
Dawning in Lissnaclarig ...
but before, it seemed the moon was shining through the ceiling window,
making a steady path across. Silence so full it wakens
the inner listening.
Then some wild call. Of geese?
And the colour of velvet rose across the walls deepening.
I thought the kitchen light was on.
But it was the dawning light washing through there too.
No camera can catch it as it rises and shows up the dew
sitting like single prisms atop each grass blade.
New, all of it; most ordinary of happenings comes again today.
Only here, its utter beauty is framed by a horizon-wide canvas,
with nothing taller than a telephone pole to block its impact,
nor any sound of commerce or technology to distract its silent symphony,
apart from the animals' that appear to be celebrating what we so rarely wake to:
our newness and the astounding creation each of us is,
and each of our faces the canvas
that the Creator touches anew this day.
© Patricia Coulter
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