the notes the hue

the paper’d sketch in your naked hand
the portrait painted in front
as you sit and compare notes

as i

the painter with pen
brush –

gaze at the floor and play softly

my eyes have seen you
honoured you
but the moment has passed
and i wish not to intrude on your private thoughts

as you

look at your self
at the sketch

the portrait completed.

Yes my love

you are this beautiful
i am humbled

and i am at peace
with you

capturing you

are still so free…..


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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