Gaeilge love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's a poem about how you see peoples faces or masks and that they are so elaborately displayed and created. However when the night or darkness comes the pains of life are right there to prick you and you can so easily be tricked into something. In the end though, you are the subject of everything and if you hold on to an inner warmth then the faces, night and the tricks won't hurt.

Greeting and meeting new faces everyday

not a single thing to show or give away

masterfully painted down to each wrinkle

none having that captivating twinkle

Reaching into the night through the thorns

every whisper is there that forlorns

tormented worms tricked to try and fly

hollow symbols revealed when you die

ábhar, thema, sujet, subiectum, subject

the night only taunts the reject

listen to the owl path to achieve warmth

that core will give all a new birth


Submitted: May 17, 2012

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