The Mists of Time.

Posted on by Denis Murphy

The Mists of Time.

 

The mists of time and sense of place

Can sometimes merge just in that space

The thin veil and barriers, so difficult to breach

Just beyond our furthest reach

Tantalize and tease, in a dreamlike trance

Soul and tribal memories, in the shadows dance

In the memories and hearts of men

We have long since lost and forgotten

The many sacrifices made and battles fought 

For the knowledge we so eagerly sought 

But lack the wisdom to apply 

We fail to listen and then wonder why

In a vain attempt to reveal

What is shadow and what is real.

 

  1. Denis Murphy 30 November 2019.

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I am a 63year old married man, born and raised in Cork city, Ireland. I am currently living in a small rural village in County Sligo. In 2007, I was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. I write poems to help me express my emotions and feelings and to help others to try to understand what it is like to live with disability and the erosion of independence and freedom most people take for granted.