There's An Old Soul In Dublin by Melissa Arel
There's an old soul in Dublin -
A pint in one hand and a pen in the other.
Kissing a cigarette to its ashen grave,
He muses about his long lost muse
While scripting every thought.
The smoky rings encircle him like a halo
Giving precedence to his illuminating euphony.
Music plays in his soul, yes,
Every harmonious beat of his heart is as a drum
Consummating the irish spirit, breathing in its eternal gestation.
Four leaf clovers are found in his brooding eyes
Where his ancestral roots are intensified with passion.
Twenty years young, his body harbors an old soul
An old soul from Dublin.
12/19/2004
Author's Note: ** Happy Birthday, Wes! I hope you like your present :) I listened to James Galaway & The Chieftans to get in the spirit ;-) haha**
Posted on 12/20/2004 Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/22/04 at 02:37 AM Yes there is an old soul that lives in Dublin.
I live in Dublin, Dublin California. I like
your poem Mel, nice to read...Charlie |
Posted by Christel Crews on 12/22/04 at 04:48 AM oh, this is beautiful! i can picture myself there sitting next to this ol' soul and discussing the topics of the day... its a great read! |
Posted by Sarah Graves on 12/24/04 at 02:08 AM Oh, I enjoyed reading this :) Really nice work Melissa.. once again. |
Posted by Max Bouillet on 01/20/05 at 03:22 PM Best of both worlds... an old soul and a young body. On a side note, I miss smoking. Great words with an appeal to the spirits in all of us. |
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