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Last Updated: 11/21/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 29
Sign: Virgo

City: London
State: London and South East
Country: UK
Signup Date: 1/13/2006
Tuesday, March 17, 2009 
This is a repost of an old poem for St Patrick's Day

Enjoy!

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Smoke and Silence

Sláinte. The clink of glasses,

another round of the fiddle

and wheezing accordion.

Padraig tells us his stories



in cigarette smoke, pausing

only for another sip of brogue

black Guinness, the memory

of three generations of farmers



and immigrants soaking

into the peat of lung flesh.

A claddagh of cloud hangs

outside the bar. It never rains,



it has never done in his eyes,

there has always just been smoke

and silence. They are his bones

and flesh. We are his clothes.





9:50 AM
 
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Poetess Maria
Maria Gornell

 
Excellent.. I was drawn in by the images here. Great work Christian.

 
Posted by Poetess Maria on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 10:19 AM
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Christian

 
Thanks for the kind words, Maria. Glad you enjoyed it.

 
Posted by Christian on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 11:51 AM
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John Eagle

 
love the atmosphere here...as though I were in the pub sharng a pint.

 
Posted by John Eagle on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 10:40 AM
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Christian

 
Thanks, John. Glad you liked it.

 
Posted by Christian on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 11:51 AM
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Dan Miles

 
Beautiful and moving poem. The atmosphere you create is terrific and vivid. Wonderful mate.

 
Posted by Dan Miles on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 11:09 AM
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Christian

 
Thanks for the compliments, Dan. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it.

 
Posted by Christian on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 11:52 AM
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Connie Stadler
Connie Stadler

 
Wonderful, moving write, Christian. Beautifully woven, eloquent and nuance pitch-perfect, with splendid images that resonate.

 
Posted by Connie Stadler on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 11:31 AM
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Christian

 
Thanks for your lovely compliment, Connie. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

 
Posted by Christian on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 11:54 AM
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Jacqui Corcoran
Jacqui Corcoran

 
love the imagery in this Christian and the story, very moving. terrific poem for St. Patrick's Day, the closing lines are brilliantly vivid/memorable.





 
Posted by Jacqui Corcoran on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 2:04 PM
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Christian

 
Thanks, Jacqui. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it.

 
Posted by Christian on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 2:47 PM
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tj jude

 
i remember this one. it remains wonderful. i look forward to re-reading it again next st. paddy's, if you feel inclined to re-repost.

 
Posted by tj jude on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 3:38 PM
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Christian

 
Thanks, tj. I'm pleased you enjoy reading it.

 
Posted by Christian on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 3:41 PM
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Petra Whiteley
Petra Whiteley

 
Love the ending in particular, love the atmosphere and very fitting for today. Excellent work.

 
Posted by Petra Whiteley on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 4:40 PM
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Christian

 
Thanks, Petra. Glad you liked it.

 
Posted by Christian on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 5:33 PM
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Christian

 
Thanks, Diego. I'm glad you liked it.



 
Posted by Christian on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 7:52 PM
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fronteriza
Donna Snyder

 
excellent, christian. i love your use of irish words to add to the atmosphere, and see the heavy smoke and hear the stories.






sinking into the peat of lungflesh . . . .






thanks for reposting this; i am so glad not to miss it.

 
Posted by fronteriza on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 10:12 PM
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Christian

 
Thanks, Donna. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for dropping by.

 
Posted by Christian on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 10:18 PM
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Empty Souls

 
Good piece





Nick
 
Posted by Empty Souls on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 10:47 PM
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Christian

 
Thanks, Nick
 
Posted by Christian on Wednesday, March 18, 2009 - 7:57 AM
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Melody
Melody Lemond

 
Good one, Christian.
:)
 
Posted by Melody on Wednesday, March 18, 2009 - 1:20 AM
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Christian

 
Thanks, Merilyn
 
Posted by Christian on Wednesday, March 18, 2009 - 7:57 AM
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fronteriza
Donna Snyder

 
there has always just been smoke/and silence. they are his bones/and flesh. we are his clothes.




rereading your poem was a grave delight. the ending really hangs like that smoke in my head and mind's eye. tremendous use of imagery to create such palpable mood.




brough/black guiness--what a great gift to us for st patrick's day. thanks for reposting; i had never seen it before.

 
Posted by fronteriza on Wednesday, March 18, 2009 - 10:13 AM
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Christian

 
Thanks for the kind words, Donna. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

 
Posted by Christian on Wednesday, March 18, 2009 - 12:44 PM
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jsyn
jason neese

 
organics.

 
Posted by jsyn on Wednesday, March 18, 2009 - 7:23 PM
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Christian

 
Thanks, Jason
 
Posted by Christian on Sunday, March 22, 2009 - 8:17 PM
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Lainey

 
Such a powerful ending... this is such a wonderful poem.






I really can imagine the person, the scene and the mood.



Elaine
 
Posted by Lainey on Sunday, March 22, 2009 - 7:44 PM
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Christian

 
Thank you, Elaine. I'm glad you liked it.

 
Posted by Christian on Sunday, March 22, 2009 - 8:18 PM
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Kafkabug

 
This one is confusing.



Alliterative, but confusing.

 
Posted by Kafkabug on Wednesday, March 25, 2009 - 4:09 AM
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