Dublin Speaks No Language
Dublin speaks no language
I cannot hear with my heart.
Sings no song I cannot
Feel by the touch on my lips.
Hold no love, I cannot
Embrace with my thoughts.
Dublin listens quietly,
Unconditionally.
©Willeke Van Eeckhoutte
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8 Comments
Frances D
Makes me want to hop a plane to Dublin asap. Lovely poem.
Billie
Thanks Frances! The poem kind of formed itself without thinking too much about it 😀
Roy McCarthy
Unusual and intriguing view of Dublin that. over the Port with the hills away to the south. Makes a change from a zillion pics of the Ha’Penny Bridge 🙂
Billie
I absolutely didn’t want to have another Ha’Penny pic on here, too stereotype 😀
moore314
Dublin from the heart, beautiful!
Billie
Absolutely!
Teepee12
We spent a week in Dublin. It was our honeymoon and maybe the best week we ever had. What a wonderful city!
Billie
It’s a city with its own mind alright. Some people get it, some don’t and I’m happy to hear you did get it so! 😀