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Passing Moments

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I see you deep
inside your skin,
past flesh and blood
to what’s within,
the Holy Grail that lights your soul,
that fills you up,
that makes you whole,
pure-driven fire of truth to me,
that only souls
can feel and see.
you are not real,
could never be,
but forged of light,
and filigree;
Imagined love,
sweet fantasy,
I found you deep in heart of me.

©NiamhClune 2012

What is your imagined love?

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About niamh clune

I was born in Dublin, back in the days when it was full of poets, mystics, philanderers, drinkers, passionate speech-makers and wanna-be-Joyceans. Dublin was enshrouded then in a pall of Catholicism ~ Church and State were like Siamese Twins. I was a rebel ~ in the sense that I couldn't help but think for myself. There were Maoists, musicians and academics all trying to do the same. Gatherings were frenetic, passionate, yet often tempered by some of the gentle 'aul' folk not made bigots by religion or politics but liberated by both into realising the gentle and constant passing of all things. They were of my grand-parent's generation, sweet breaths of peat-soaked air, demonstrative of the tremendous inner peace and calm that comes from knowing who you are and where you come from. These days, I am a writer, poet, environmental campaigner, and musician ~ among other things. I gained a Ph.D in Acquiring Wisdom Through The Imagination, and I love teaching and sharing my inspiration. These days, I am also writing children's books. I believe that reading to little ones, even before they can understand words, teaches them to associate books with love and affection. Find my books on my page.

14 comments on “Passing Moments

  1. Shawn MacKENZIE
    November 30, 2012

    I find myself holding my tongue of late when it comes to commenting on poetry–and yet I will say simply: this resonates.

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  2. Betty Dravis
    December 1, 2012

    You ask what is my imagined love? I never feel a need to imagine it because with so many children and friends, I am surrounded by love… a warm, glowing feeling. This poem captures the deeper feelings. Thanks for sharing, Niamh. <3

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    • ontheplumtree
      December 2, 2012

      Thank you, Betty. I am also lucky enough to be surrounded by love and do not need to imagine it. I have tried to capture the truth of love that is within…

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  3. the secret keeper
    December 1, 2012

    a blooming rose

    beyond the depths
    of the deepest soul
    your dreams
    there you will find.
    such fire and light,
    sight for sight,
    in the words
    you weave
    from in your mind
    upon the page.
    you touch me quick
    and deep
    with meaning pure
    and deep in heart,
    you find me.
    a blooming rose…

    © Jennifer Kiley 2012

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  4. Uncle Tree
    December 2, 2012

    You speak well of the fire, Niamh.
    And passion speaks well through you.

    Cheerz to love and blooming roses! ;) Keith

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  5. ivonprefontaine
    December 7, 2012

    I nominated you for awards. You can go to http://ivonprefontaine.com/2012/12/07/more-awards/ and pick them up. Naturally, there are rules. Congratulations.

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