Original poem #32

Sirens in Ireland

freight train
tear gas
sirens

heresy
prospect
sirens

penetration
lights flash
sirens

jackhammer
drumbeat
politics
o'connell street
sirens

sirens in ireland

sirens


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Though this piece is not about Bloody Sunday, I should have posted it yesterday in commemoration.
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Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

2 thoughts on “Original poem #32”

  1. As always, I really admire your feel for language, and your use of sound and rhythm. The “United” Kingdom still doesn’t discuss these histories and politics, and we should always question the narrow construction of national identity we are drip-fed. It’s good to challenge these perceptions and extend them through poetry, which engages and emotes. Thanks and best wishes –

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    1. Well thank you for that. I do generally feel like sound and rhythm are necessary shaping and presentation tools for my poems, depending on other factors.

      I can dig where you’re coming from there, to be sure. America is awash in taboo, propaganda and social engineering. 12 years of mandatory propaganda prison (oops, I mean schooling) does a great job of washing out curiosity and critical thinking. Both are needed to be able to see beyond false, myopic or misleading narratives.

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