Poetry doesn't come easy to me. I can't crack off a haiku as fast as I might a 50 word story. My poems aren't mathematical and the only 'metric' I know is the beat and rhythm dictated by my thoughts and words. Yesterday was a hot day in Dublin. It was also the longest day…Read more Home is Where, a poem
Last month, my poem Social Fretwork got chosen as one of the top poems of the September Wildsound Poetry festival in Toronto (https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/09/24/social-fretwork-poetry-reading-by-dermott-hayes/) but I was less than happy with the resulting recording of the poem. So I recorded my own version. Incidentally, you will notice the link above, to the Poetry Festival, says 'social-fretwork-poetry-reading-by-dermott-hayes'…Read more Social Fretwork
Let Maya Angelou tell you how it is... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UT9y9HFHpU0
At last, Wildsound has a stab at my poem but I can’t help thinking the chap didn’t under stand it…
Poetry performed by actor Kaleb Alexander
SOCIAL FRETWORK by Dermott Hayes
POETRY 7 questions:
What is the theme of your poem?
Are social networks a paradox?
How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
When we communicate with cyber friends, does it engender more anxiety and loneliness.
How long have you been writing poetry?
Do you have a favorite poet?
What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Published three books, a biography, a novel and a collection of short stories. New novel on the way and another collection of short stories. Short film, 1916, Souls of Freedom to be screened at Kerry Film Festival in October. Screenplay, Old Bones has been performed, this month, by Wildsound festival.
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In the paradox of social networks, the more cyber friends we make, the less social we become is apt and what seems novel now - human walking services - will be normal tomorrow. The Wildsound Poetry festival will post a performance of my poem, Social Fretwork ,soon, please look out for it and give me…Read more Walking the Human
I thought this was worth reblogging since The Flax Golden Tales now stretch to 13 and the latest addition, One Single Memory is a poignant poem of young, unrequited love by writer, Caillen James. A book of children’s poems found in a charity shop and a mysterious birthday message, a collage of carefully selected images…Read more THE FLAX GOLDEN TALES
Yet another Flax Golden Tale – a wonderful paen to love and memories of lost childhood- from Caillen James
The pillow fight–
You got that gash
Above your eye
From all the glass.
The gifts you bought
Our toes in sand
And all the times you held my hand.
When we were nine
You’d write those lines
And every year
We’d mark the time.
When we were free
Cause we were kids
And we could dream.
Now all that’s here–
Just one Band-Aid
And all the things
We left unsaid.
Our dreams were left
And childhood spent
Cause youth is when
The Sidewalk Ends.