Love on the Line Love on the line, converging connections, distance, unknown, uncertain, too Gathering speed, smooth terrain, imperceptible incline, doubt and decline Speed bumps check the rush living, life, scenery passing Attractive siding, enticing divergence, less than a landslide to wonder why When tracks divide in new directions blood on the tracks…Read more Two Love Poems
Three times we met in the space of a single month. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. That’s not a coincidence. Things don’t happen that commonly, I thought, without a reason, a purpose. Yet, even as I thought this, I began to doubt it. A man can be in two minds, as the saying…Read more The Last Hurrah of a Hungry Poet
Early morning thoughts awake, ether soaring celestial oblivion, poem shaping rhythmic clouds bass bin booming, picking mercury from the firmament, toil and tumble relentless empyrean. In the dim light of winter’s dusk, elusive words weave and duck, playful sprites he might write, cast meaning in the dark alight but mischief, at arm’s length, an impish…Read more WORDS
In Dublin I knew a woman, with flax golden hair Tressed like wild sea waves, her heart, her voice was Irish, her name, her vibrancy were Viking. She was Dublin. We lived, together, in The Liberties while both of us sought freedom, she, from youth and I, from bondage. The Viking Wall is behind my…Read more Wild Sea Waves
In Dublin, a child’s spinning top was found, remnant from antiquity, the detritus of a Viking city buried by another city. In Baghdad, I remember, a Sumerian spinning top discarded through millennia find light and air amid the chaos and turmoil of war and plunder. Ninety years ago a spinning top was a Christmas gift.…Read more Perpetual Motion
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