I am from the United States. I was born in Missouri. I am not aware of any written links that associate my heritage with Ireland, only stories told to me by my relatives, on my father’s side of the family.
I have never tried to trace my roots, although I believe that I could trace them to Ireland, just from the general information that I do know. I have never been to Ireland, but would love to travel or work there, to get a genuine feel for the people and their life stories.
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My interest in writing poetry, has developed recently, although I do remember answering, “I would like to have a career as a poet”, when the question was put to me during my early college years. Of course, I remember some slightly skewed smiles from the career counsellors. Most of my early interest in writing was related to a desire to write/publish children’s stories, an interest that remains.
The reason I want to write poetry is multifaceted. There is something that drives me to put words to emotions that are evoked from feelings ranging from despair to joy, and all the emotional siblings in between.
I have been influenced by Oscar Wilde, Emily Dickinson, and Charles Dickens, Silvia Plath, E.E. Cummings, Robert Frost, and others, too many to mention.
My ideas come from whatever is giving me inspiration, at the moment that I conceive of an idea. They are born from spontaneous inspiration. I am constantly, my greatest critic, always wanting to write poetry or stories that will be the best that I can write.
Erin Go Bragh!
Lynn C. Brown
Lynn Brown’s Poetry
My Longing for Ireland
Someday, I’ll see the green land,
My ancestors called home,
My bones will not feel easy,
Until those fields , I roam.
The shamrocks and the clover,
Are calling out to me,
“Come rest from weary travels,
Ireland beckons thee.”
Lynn has also written in haiku form. A haiku is a very short form of Japanese poetry often with two idea linked in the poem. Traditional haiku consist of 17 syllables in three phrases (lines) of five, seven and five.
The potato’s eyes,
Saw Irish famine, with tears,
Weeping in the dirt.
A little boat lay
Covered with ivied dreams of
Blue seas, overhead.
The Leprechaun King
The Leprechaun King,
Laughs at the folly of men,
Tricks, turns, disappears!
This next poem was inspired by a photo of Glencar Waterfall, Co Leitrim. However, as Lynn says she has left it untitled because it can be about any waterfall.
Rushing, tumbling, dying,
The waterfall is sighing,
It gives way to the earth,
While spilling out its mirth.
And at its feet, a pool,
More lovely than a jewel,
The moss and ferns give laughter,
And wish to stay, hereafter.
Poetry copyright: Lynn Brown
Graphics copyright: Ireland Calling
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