"A writer is not interested in explaining reality. He’s only interested in capturing it.” ~ Brendan Kennelly.

 Inside my father's bones lie a million secrets.

 Secrets passed down the long chain from the

 beginning of time and the vastness of space.

 In the glorious mix of diversity, endlessly

 coursing through the shrouded mists of the

 Holy Island, he breathes still. The memories

 of his people, absorbed by the stones and the

 very earth herself, exhale all that ever was and

 inhales all that will ever be.

 Their essence still permeates, insisting that it

 be never forgotten.

 From Cessair, through Fomorian,

 Nemedian, Fir Bolg, Tuatha, Milesian,

 Celt, Viking, Saxon and Norman, I inhaled that

cocktail of life with eager lungs and magnificent

surprise.  I am inside my father's bones and my

father is inside mine.

 He is the beggar-man, the holy man, the master

 and the freeman. He still walks the fields, sure of foot.

 He still wades the stream, fearless. He still lures the

 trout, with a quiet assuredness.

 He still charms the goldfinch from her tree-top

 perch, ever gently. Yes, I am inside my father’s

 bones, and he is inside mine.

 His bones sing loud enough for me to hear

 even in the darkest, deepest silence of the

 night. On quiet evenings, I can still hear his

 melodic whistling, floating on the air,

 ever calling me.

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From "The Journey: A Nomad Reflects."

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Tags: Ireland, Literature, Poetry

Comment by Ryan O'Rourke on August 7, 2014 at 4:16am

Absolutely lovely work here, John.  I'm one who struggles to find meaning in many poems, but you've struck a chord with me here.  Well done, and thanks for sharing.

Comment by kimberly on August 7, 2014 at 7:53am

Just beautiful!!! you are a real talent..hope you continue to write!

Comment by Bit Devine on August 7, 2014 at 10:20am

Maith thú, a chara!  Well honed and such an honour paid

Comment by Fran Reddy on August 7, 2014 at 7:33pm

Lovely poem and ode to your Dad :)

Comment by John Anthony Brennan on August 7, 2014 at 7:39pm

Thanks Fran

Comment by Jean Sullivan Cardinal on August 8, 2014 at 2:33pm

Beautiful, thank you for sharing.

Comment by John Anthony Brennan on August 8, 2014 at 2:34pm

Thanks Jean...

Comment by Gerry Regan on August 9, 2014 at 11:02am

John, you may be the best kept secret in Irish literature, or perhaps I simply need to get out more. Where has your extraordinary work been published?

Comment by John Anthony Brennan on August 9, 2014 at 11:05am

A Cairde Gerry,

Thank youfor the kind words. My new book titled "Don't Die With Regrets" is for sale on

Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble.com 

Comment by Jim Curley on August 10, 2014 at 7:35am

Beautiful poem, great thoughts.   Thank you, John.


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