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Take my picture in Howth


By Dean F. HardyPublished 8 months ago 1 min read
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Tide's pushed out today,

whistling wind holds the gulls

aloft and still

as the sun gives them

their spotlight, to perform

before our eyes.

And the hills are soft

and green and ancient

and they fall into the sea

like old giants taking rest.

My country, is a painting

without a canvas

and all around

nobody seems to notice,

too busy telling

the world that

they're here, in Howth

and as I watch them

I wonder:

are they really?

nature poetry

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Dean F. Hardy

Writer from Dublin, Ireland.

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  • Jazzy 6 months ago

    I love nature poetry so much. This is so well done

  • Heather Hubler7 months ago

    Ah to be in the here and now is such a choice anymore with all the technology to pull our attention away. Beautiful reflective piece, and the photo is spot on :)

  • CA8 months ago

    "whistling wind holds the gulls" - one of the most engaging lines I've read in a long time. The whole piece is so well done, just beautiful.

  • Mackenzie Davis8 months ago

    Gorgeous. I'm loving your work.

  • Mindfulness, the gift of being present in both moment & space.

  • Gerald Holmes8 months ago

    Wonderfully poetic. It seems most people today never take the time to stop and smell the roses. Very well done.

  • Paul Stewart8 months ago

    This is beautiful and very sad! So very true about modern people/ Also googled Howth and it looks stunning! Well done on this one, Dean. Another fine piece! The picture is great too!

  • Lamar Wiggins8 months ago

    "And the hills are soft and green and ancient and they fall into the sea like old giants taking rest." I very much loved these lines. If felt like a daydream of sorts. Excellent work!

  • Naomi Gold8 months ago

    What, no cat testicle poem? I used to be sad when those around me couldn’t appreciate the beauty of something with me. It made me feel alone. And this has conjured those memories in a way that hurts a bit. But also I’m starting to think maybe it’s not meant for them to experience, and it’s okay to transcend the banality that most call life. That’s a great photo too.

  • Dana Crandell8 months ago

    Nice shot and a fine poem!

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