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New Year’s Morning
SOM (A Thursday,1987 / Tiobraid Arann)

New Year’s Morning

Poem By Seán O Muiríosa

In the morning, I woke up in all the dullness that comes
After a night on the town: The hustling and gargling,
Lots of shouting, bending to ears. The obstacle course
Of sliding by sweat soaked shirts, shiny arms.

Belatedly, I arch out of bed, a bottom of the barrel stomach,
Head like shattered glass, but thoughts return to dancing
When time pushed herself over the edge, to the unknown.
A celebration of the passing, a beautiful misery has ended.

I pull back the curtains to the same road that is forever
Superimposed on my being; the same view ingrained
In my brain – the dark lumpy green hills, not a poke of sun.
And the houses, pubs, the square. A trickle of traffic passes by.

Until a celestial movement shatters all dullness.
All sight is redirected. A cloud had parted and behind it,
A vividness, a strip of blue sky. The digit has flicked.
And somewhere in it, a life is calling. It’s roaring so load.

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Comments (2)

A night on the town always has quite an effect, doesn't it? Hope your new year is happier and less hungover!
this was beautiful Sean, vivid images and meaningful ending.. Life will always be calling! Have a great 2006 my friend! ! HBH