The Crazy Irishman

I wish my bed were a cot,
placed in the middle of an Ontario forest
on a June-lit night, till the second week of
I wish my clothes were the embodiment of earth
far away from death,
in the colors of October, when everything is going home
and home for me were already here.
The poplars could be my rain
the soft white cedars a, fortress Cathedral
God would be jealous
but pleased to visit,
realizing for the first time
what His hands have created.
I wish you were here to share it all
and you are,
in return I’m realizing for the first time
why God created what He’s created.

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About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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