Daithí Kearney | 2 Works

See the World

The freedom to wander restricted by the fire
The blaze shedding light on my desire.
Fuelled by an ability that was
Taken for granted until lost.
No longer in control of my own schedule,
I seek out and find a waiting mule,
Who starts and stops but gets me where
I can calmly sit and stare.
Perhaps this is punishment for my crime,
Sitting here and drinking wine.
Where lovers usually sit and talk
Or hand in hand by the river walk.
But I have left you all alone
And now it is my turn to moan.
These sights will keep for another day
When I can keep this fire at bay.
Inside another fire still burns bright,
One that I don’t care to fight.
It was lit by you some time ago
And ever since I have come to know
That while some things must be done alone,
And sometimes we are forced to roam,
The world is better seen together
I want to see it with no other.

Phone Dominance

Unlike earlier generations 
I never needed spade nor gun
A keyboard replaced the pen
Before my phone controlled 
Communications with others
And myself, thoughts
Punctuated, saved as memos
Lists, reminders, reflections 
The poetry of my everyday 
Often lacking the colour of
A blackberry-rich ditch
Or the greatness of
My Matterhorn 

To see
I must put down my phone 
Allow the eye to see what
Previous pens described 
By my own eyes to fuel
Imagination when I lie awake 
Gazing on my inner eye
Where captured is the beauty 
Of heaven, earth and I.