No Particulars

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A Burren plant, scant,

small, majesty of humble,

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About maskednative

There is a gazebo at the end of the garden. It overlooks the estuary. When the tide is in, sea water pools around seaweed covered rocks. The sound is peaceful, meditative. I drink an early morning coffee, listen to the birds singing morning songs, watch a spider spin his fragile life between timber beams above my head. Even in the harshest of winters, the rise and fall of tides, sun-light on water, movement of sky, cloud, moon and stars, allows an awareness of nature behind the mask of perceived reality. I offer my words and pictures in celebration and gratitude to God, for allowing me a glimpse behind the mask. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Bio: Teri Flynn was born in Wales of Welsh and Irish Parents. Educated in England, she moved to Co.Waterford, Ireland in 1997 where her Poetry has since appeared in “The Turning Tide” – an anthology of new writing from Co.Waterford. “Southward” The Journal of the Munster Literature Centre and “Imagine” The Tallow Writers Group quarterly review. Her poetry appears in “Sticky Orchard”, a group effort with Alan Garvey, Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill and grant assisted by Waterford County Council’s Arts Grant Scheme. “Listening To The Grass Grow” with Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill was published by Edward Power at Rectory press and most recently, in ‘Murmurings’, Remembering Anthony O’Neil, with Jim O’Donnell and Alan Garvey. Her poem Queen Of The Sea was included in the Chesapeake Exhibition at RUH, Bath, 2011. Figurehead Carver, Andy Peters. Photographic display of Ship’s Figurehead Carvings by Richard Sibley – http://www.tallshipsgallery.com A themed display of her oil paintings and poems entitled Cynefin, were on display in Waterford during The Imagine Festival in 2017. Cynefin-pronounced kuh-nev-in is a Welsh word meaning habitat or place. A place where a being feels it ought to live, where nature around you feels right and welcoming.
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5 Responses to No Particulars

  1. Tom says:

    Yesterday I spoke with 21 men of varying ages (one at a time), all suffering from spiritual, intellectual, affectional, and physical desolation. I needed your post today to help quell a lingering and inexplicable sadness.

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  2. Dear Tom, I think my post today must have been prompted especially for you, I hope your sadness is short lived. The picture of the tiny Burren leaf-stem, was not a recent one, but it has always been a favourite of mine. The vulnerability of something so fragile, pushing it’s way upwards and into what appears at first sight to be a barren landscape, and then to find itself surrounded with incredible beauty where only the strongest survive, is a truly magnificent achievement. God Bless.

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  3. so nice, both words and image…i love short poetry.

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  4. maskednative says:

    Thank you Virgilio, the burren leaf seemed such a fragile little thing, I pressed it in a book and when it was completely dried, I took the photograph. This was many years ago but I have only just found the right words for it, at least they seemed right to me. A Haiku.

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