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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. Six years ago, I started writing poetry and short stories as a hobby; I've enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog which is regularly updated. COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com} Header Photograph: Ballycastle Beach, County Antrim, Northern Ireland...

Monday, 22 February 2016

Life's Autobiography....



Life’s statistics and coordinates
Recorded as actions and words;
Entries in neatly penned diaries,
Quickly scrawled snippets of paper
Uneven and ruffled around the edges,
But with pertinent timings or thoughts
Referenced and noted for another time.
Tickets, maps, receipts and photographs,
Prompt forgotten places and dates,
Long after those days have passed.
Diaries return good times in recorded
Happenings, or spell out disappointment.
Blank entries leave wonderment about
Non-events or perhaps unremarkable
Or unforgettable days, when time was
Occupied by living the moment.
Bundles of diaries collected in boxes;
Interesting vignettes of a tangible life lived.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 22/02/2016

7 comments:

  1. Where would we be without all these tangible records of our lives?

    Delightfully evocative, Eileen.

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  2. This poem makes me wonder if you have kept a diary over the years. I did when I was a child, but not beyond that. Perhaps all of us who blog keep a kind of diary of our thoughts though. I do think it would be wonderful to have such a collection of diaries as you describe though...with tickets, tales of events and non events. One would really have a history of a life lived. I had an aunt who kept diaries for decades. I was able to read a few of them in her last years. However before she died she burned them all. This saddened me. I would have liked to have read them all.

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  3. sometimes we prefer to keep some unforgettable moments in our memories than on the pages..."when time was / Occupied by living the moment." beautifully put Eileen...

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  4. No doubt everything which we do in life is recorded.
    Beautifully executed.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. I try to write regularly in my diary but more often than not it's days between entries.
    Nice poem, my friend. :-)

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  6. Our diaries has power, inspiration if we read them from time to time, so we always can observe what had worked in our life what not, and from there go maybe with better intent and result too. Important poem.

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  7. I agree with Mary - the poetry, notes and photographs on our blogs are a type of diary - (something that has happened on a particular day that has given rise to a post). I haven't kept an actual diary in years, though I do take a lot of pictures, sketch occasionally, write (of course) and have several boxes of "keepsakes". A thoughtful poem, Eileen, well structured and wonderfully rendered!

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