I’ve suddenly started writing
After a few years standing still
I stopped because there’s
No one now to hear
What’s the point of writing
If nobody reads your stuff
And so I stopped
And life then stood stop still
I became ‘stagna aquarum’
A blocked up mossy pool
An ox bow lake cut off from
Living streams
There was a time I used to flow
Sometimes in great flood
But now a has-been
Still re-playing dreams
But something triggered life again
A poem on the glen
I found the joy in writing it
I found a flowing pen
And being read appreciated
Moved me to the core
I’ve got to move I told myself
Join the world once more
Online website poetry
That’s the way to go
Get them out there
In the breeze
Let the juices flow
People then can read them
Like or not as will
I get to play my part
Get to taste life’s thrill
The glen flows into Carrowmore
And Carrowmore fills up
And outlet then the Munhin stream
Releases the filling cup
The water flows to Owenmore
Owenmore the sea
And so the stream of life flows on
Its own eternity
Our life is as a flowing stream
A constant movement needs
Sometimes slow and eddying
Sometimes running speeds
Without that constant where to go
A stagnant pool appears
And we are stifled in the heart
Fast filling up with fears
The glen has saved me once again
Its memory down the years
Reminded me of life’s true joy
It wiped away my tears
And just when life was at an end
And purpose seemed no more
The glen put heart in me again
Sail on for Carrowmore!
Brian Fahy
1 May 2021
Erris Poetry 