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


©Willeke Van Eeckhoutte and Ireland, Multiple Sclerosis & Me, 2011-2013. Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Willeke Van Eeckhoutte and Ireland, Multiple Sclerosis & Me with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

  1. We spent a week in Dublin. It was our honeymoon and maybe the best week we ever had. What a wonderful city!

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    1. 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! :D

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  2. Dublin from the heart, beautiful!

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    1. Absolutely!

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  3. 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 :-)

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    1. I absolutely didn’t want to have another Ha’Penny pic on here, too stereotype :D

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  4. Makes me want to hop a plane to Dublin asap. Lovely poem.

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    1. Thanks Frances! The poem kind of formed itself without thinking too much about it :D

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