dedalus Posted October 5, 2011 Share Posted October 5, 2011 I live in the silly belief that nothing more can happen than has not happened before. In Inchicore, down South Dublin, I witnessed a murder as a child when a man got stabbed in an alley and the killer ran past me, wild-eyed, thinking to kill me as well, perhaps. In that instant you could see his thoughts, a witness, a child, what shall I do? But he ran past me, he ran far away. The police came, and also my father and they said, you must tell us, what did this man look like? He was fair (he was dark); he was tall (he was short). In that moment I joined the IRA. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted October 8, 2011 Share Posted October 8, 2011 Hi Brendan, This short poem says so much. I was horrified, intrigued, empathetic and surprised all in an instant. I like reading your poems in lines, the flow is so much easier to follow. Loved this. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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