Yes, it’s St. Patrick’s Day. The day of The Green.
So be bold – go dance in the winds, throw shamrocks to the stars, kiss the Blarney Stone if you’re at the Castle, wax poetic if you’re not, remember good friends (Ireland’s great for finding the best of them), drink a Guinness or two and toast the magic, spout Yeats, Beckett, Heaney, or Joyce,revel in the music of tin flutes, bohrans, and Mary Black singing ‘Ireland’ – and then, for sure for sure, welcome that gold bucket full of love and luck into your life, and celebrate the day.
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” …W.B.Yeats
It’s St. Patrick’s Day – so go on now, celebrate The Green, raise a glass to the isle, toast the impossibly possible, dance with good friends, delight in great moments, and whatever you do, don’t forget the magic – because the magic is so much of what makes The Green, and life itself, truly special.
I usually don’t post other people’s work on this site. In fact I think I’ve only done it once before. But recently this poem came my way, having been written by a friend. Created in the midst of yet another migraine, it is intense, raw; the word ‘visceral’ comes to mind. However, it is also, to me, incredibly well-written so I offer it to you.
The author’s name is Jorge A. S. Pereira. If you want to make contact with him, he can be reached at – poetofeverydaytruth at gmail.com