Poetry Travel

Dublin Morning

Dublin Brick

.Old Dublin by Phil
Dublin Morning


It was six o’clock, but it felt like ten

gracious time pausing to be caught up with

my thoughts vanishing – relaxing.

We walked searching for people,

a center to the city Dublin

waking up.


Leaf covered sidewalks alongside

the river Liffey

with sea gulls’ sounds calling

there are poems on the buildings

carved letters in the stone balconies

‘Except the Lord but our labor built…’

the words moving in and out

as the buildings turned and

could no longer be read.


Temple Bar Dublin


Guinness Pub


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