Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
| If you have a poem you'd like to see published in The Irish Examiner then send it to:
The Poetry Corner
The Irish Examiner USA
1040 Jackson Avenue, Third Floor
Long Island City
NY 11101
or, preferably, you can email it direct to
ronniemcginn@eircom.net.
If possible keep your poem to 20 lines. You may choose any subject you like, in any form you like as long as it's original. We look forward to hearing from you. |
Our poem this week is an engrossing presentation, written by Mel Hamill especially for his wife, in which he deftly utilizes a narrative style, with honesty, clarity, and a certain amount of intense romance laced with latent self sympathy, to remind us of a valuable God given gift of love that we under use so much.
Signal Sent From The Sun's Ray
She gets me, while others don't.
She needs me, while others won't.
She gives it all, while others don't.
Nothing is wasted on this girl.
She stands out from the crowd.
She holds onto me in her arms.
I'm always safe.
When I can't take the pain, all I see is rain.
She don't. She just do.
The signs are always clear.
This road has no other vehicles.
She's the only car in my crash.
I love her to bits.
I need her squeeze.
It's what makes me pleased.
I can't be damned with the rest of the mess.
She looks good in that dress, always impressed.
She gets me all the time.
She showed me her prophecy and I well willing to follow.
I won't give up on this interlude.
She has my fingers in her fish bowl.
No apology will make up for this life given but wasted.
© Mel Hamill
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