Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page

Poetry is inarguably a passionate art form. For centuries it has provided us with an outlet for exploring our innermost thoughts and emotions. Regardless of the style or subject chosen, we are able to express our intimate feelings using this ancient tradition.

Poetry allows us to communicate issues that we might not be able to otherwise openly discuss. It affords us the opportunity to revaluate ourselves, our relationships with others, our station in life, and the world around us.

Poetry can be therapeutic, allowing us to work through issues in our lives to find solutions, clarity, comfort, and peace of mind.

It is by virtue of this versatility that the art form of poetry has remained strong century after century.

Our poem this week comes from A R Bach who currently resides in the Cork area. He is very fond of our weekly poetry column and is glad there is a dedicated platform for both people that enjoy poetry and for new writers.

A. R touches on a feeling that we can all relate to, but seldom attempt to express in words, he does this in a gentle and masterly way, that is the very essence of poetry. Congratulations A R welcome to the world of poetry.

City Life

Hate this place

Because during autumn

You can't see

The leaves on the street

No evidence of nature

Nor influence of beauty

Just endless grey roads

Double yellow lines

Painted by a failed artist

Where the curbs hug

And tires kiss

Life never seems as long

As when you're waiting for a bus

To take you to work.

© A. R. Bach