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I like to write and I like to party, but mostly just the writing. Disclaimer: A lot of these stories are true ones. The memory of growing-up in and around Killybegs. When you hold a mirror up to small communities, sometimes there are those who don't like the reflection. Capote knew this only too well. If you find the refraction just a little too much and would like the angle of incidence changed in your favor, please email me at georgevial@hotmail.com and I will be happy to make a name change here or there.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Constant of Why We Don’t Go

Going home

Too many memories,

Washing through the mind,

A pin prick of pain

In the temporal lobe,

Constant.


Happiness to look forward to,

Smiles, hellos, hugs.

Old demons, new ghosts,

Pin prick becomes a small hammer,

Thud,

Constant.


Anger, Love and Hate,

The holy trinity

Of emotion,

The nod of a head,

The narrowing of eyes,

A kiss like a fist to the mouth,

Whack,

Constant.


Still going there,

There is no peace, and no quiet,

No denying it’s time to go,

Unfurl yourself and go,

Go, go, go…

4 comments:

Unknown said...

Great writing Love the poetry

Ian Hester said...

We need more like the Vials to root the parochialism that stalks the land... My sister worked for Dr Vivian in An Foras Taluntas.... I've met Derek your brother and we had a few pints on night in the local hotel, interesting discussion on environmental issues, genuine, and a poet as well..

Ian Hester said...

Err Sorry meant to say root out the parochialism....

Whiskey in the Wild said...

Ian - just saw this comment now...about a year late in responding. Derek is some fella. I started a new blog whiskeyinthewild.blogspot

I lost access to this blog during my divorce!