Sunday, November 14, 2021

A Drunk In Search Of Normality. By Dennis Moriarty

 

Six pints of Guinness down, six Whiskey chasers later,
and he is stumbling
along the cracked pavements of shattered dreams
cutting himself
on shards of broken promises.  A sad lonely drunk
staggering on an empty street,
his mind roaring like a river in spate, his head caved
in from the blunt force trauma of falling rain,
always searching for something that is always 
somewhere just out of reach.

On the corner the wind steps out of the shadows
and punches him hard in the face,
sends him reeling, dropping him down to his knees.
He crawls, fumbling 
in the the cracks of the pavements, a blind man  
conducting  a fingertip search
of another mans sight, a sad lonely drunk craving
acceptance,
frantically searching for the normality that is always
somewhere just out of reach.




Dennis Moriarty was born in London, England and now lives in Wales. Married with five grown up offspring Dennis likes walking the dog in the mountains, reading and writing.

In 2017 he won the Blackwater poetry competition and went to county Cork in Ireland to read his work at the international poetry festival. Dennis has had poems featured in many publications including Blue nib, Our poetry archive, Setu bilingual, The passage between and others.


1 comment:

  1. Wah! That's powerful stuff, Dennis, and I don't mean the Guinness or the whiskey chasers!
    Lovely bit of writing, my friend.

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