Souvenir
Remember
How memory once spoke
Of its travels
From one glimpse to another
Finally reaching the tip
Of your tongue
And letting go.
Recall
The time
When memory took off
Danced away with a stranger
Without a cue
To hang out
Somewhere
else.
Remember
what you do not,
When you
Searched for her
Under hazy street lamps
In shadowy alleys, blurry
Winter fields and muggy
Summer walkways. And
How you didn’t
Rightly recollect
What she reminded you of
Even as she appeared in half-light,
Selfishly reminiscing,
Taunting, nagging, retaining
Pictures and diary only
For herself.
You are it seems
Someone different now.
Memory mocks you
From a distance,
Memorizes new details
Then vanishes again
With all your relics.
Siobhán
Ó Mócháin Breathnach ~ March 4, 2015
Recognition
Would you recognize
your beloved's shoulders
in a line up?
Could you find
his blue
in a book of eyes?
Would you
read his heart
in a manuscript of poems?
Would you
walk his legs
across a field of poppies?
Would you mourn
his bones
in a murder of crows?
Yes and Yes and Yes!
Siobhán Ó Mócháin Breathnach
Fragment
A Spanish dancer
crossed
my path
between biker’s road
and
sewer grate:
a scrap of pink lace
against
the tar.
I felt her presence
a parallel time
face masked
by shimmering
lines
Life stole her dance
but left for me
a fragment apparition
upon my walk
along this road
March 17.
Siobhán Ó Mócháin Breathnach
March 17, 2011
My Love is
the Poet
My love is the poet
I
am simply
the wordsmith
cranking out lines
he
echoes in my dreams
My love is an epic poem
I
read
late at night
under moonlight
beneath
his unfurling flesh
My love is a lyric
I
sing at daybreak
as flowers hum a morning song
and birds on high wires
dance
out loud
My love is a cricket
leaping
into my arms
from the black night of joy
chirping notes of delight
as
I rest in his fore wings
My love is the poet
he
lives the words
I craft
Siobhán Ó Mócháin Breathnach
Licorice
Like the
blue flowers
of the
licorice
I
taste sweet
root myself
in the
marrow of your soul
You
remain at
arms length
as
if I am
liederkranz
for special
occasions
But
I am your
lie
detector
your liege
loyal
to the end
of bitter
I lien on
you
forever
Siobhán Ó Mócháin Breathnach
Letter From Triton
I seek a close encounter with you
my beloved Neptune
I am your Triton moon
captured in the glow
of your magnetic field
pulled toward you
for all times
With Voyager zipping by
invading the sacred silence
of our love I journey
in my orbit around you
hundreds of heavy years
from the heart of my life
eclipsed
on my cold distant moon
You are
my beloved Neptune
a mystery a vast universe
I do not wish to conquer
only to know I peek
through white clouds
of your
atmosphere
pass through massive storms
to glimpse the ring surrounding you
the gentle band
that gently binds me to you
Blue Neptune,
I yearn to give you
a moonstone
for your starlit eyes
to dream upon
through infinity
Resonating particles of passion
on my odyssey of true love
I bathe in liquid lakes
of nitrogen
against tidal forces
I prepare to transmit the intensity
of my lunar longing
My mission
loving you
shapes my life
Siobhán Ó Mócháin Breathnach