Whilst walking Buzz and Finn in Howth today I had zenitis- irritation from the inability to feel Zen. When I arrived home, I felt the need to write this poem.



My thoughts are colliding

I am witnessing their frenzy

Bemused by the chaos

The recklessness

The melee

I stall

The Minefield


And beckon

Peace and serenity

They elude me

I reckon

I sit awhile

And gather my thoughts

Eschewing my ego

Exhausted with being fraught

Reconciled with being low

Sitting with my sadness

Accepting my flaws

My magnificence

My madness

For I am


And I am nothing

I just want to be

To be at one with being me

Whenever I need a little lift, I will often go to Yeats for a pick me up. ’The Lake Isle of Innisfree’ is one of my favorite poems. It is like mental valium for me. Whenever I recite it to myself my thoughts are quietly quelled. However, I forgot to recite to myself in Howth.

From The Poetry Foundation.


The Lake Isle of Innisfree



I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.


That’s all for now

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