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Staring at the Dark
by Dave FitzgeraldThe rough of a distant
stray dogs bark
brings memories of
staring at the dark
of a far away corner
of an Armagh year
and the sound
of a thousand mothers' tears.
Of sneers
and jeers
of Belfast nights,
of names
and flames
and bloody sights,
of guns
and knives,
wasted lives,
fatherless kids
and widowed wives.
Of all the years
of fear
and hate,
of soldiers lost
and friendships great.
Of scorn
and spit
and spite
raw.
Of a small
but long and
bloody war.
The rough of a distant
stray dogs bark...
I'm aware.
I'm staring at the dark.
05/18/2008
Posted on 05/18/2008
Copyright © 2026 Dave Fitzgerald
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/19/08 at 04:56 PM ...dave, man, something sent me to read this, it is a righteous write, what a bunker full of feelings and sights...touche, meman, touche! charlie |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/22/08 at 03:27 PM Congratulatons on a well deserved POTD. A very strong and well done piece. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/22/08 at 03:53 PM Can't believe I missed this when it came out. A fine POTD! Very grim and powerful. The short lines give the reader quick punches - most effective. The title with its several meanings is brilliant. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/22/08 at 04:24 PM Dave, CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! on POTD! This one is a graphic reminder that peace on earth doesn't reign in all of its "corners." The subtle emotion in your words are actually extremely powerful. |
| Posted by Sophia Grace on 08/26/08 at 04:16 PM Beautiful job. I love being trapped in this nightmare-world. |
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