maybe a moment

or forever

I sit

on the edge of the bed

as my mind

my heart

my soul

if I have such a thing

flies to the lakes

and hills of Mayo

drab this time

I know

in late winter

early spring

when life is slowly

emerging from the dark

and buds lift hope

for me

as young lambs

suckle and leap

staggering on the 

brown wet bog


flying still

my mind

takes me to

Downpatrick Head

where seas always

lash and spit

spume up its

hidden creaks

'twixt heather

you were there then

in my life

not just a dream

a reminiscence

a deep deep memory but

maybe a moment

or forever

Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-02-10 at 11:47

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I know the feeling.
Love the ease and flow of your words and images

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
As always your writing touches something very deep inside of me, it is beautiful, beautiful poetry, thank you Peter

Elle x

Beautiful. This poem moves with the delicate freshness and leaping of spring. It feels like a moment and forever.

Nancy Sikora The PoetBay support member heart!
The images of Spring and of Downpatrick Head are beautiful and strong. The poem is like a vignette of a memory.