Grew up under Catholic convent nuns
who taught Irish ways via eisteddfods
speech via rhetoric /declamation
poetry via memorization/recitation
These skills remain over a digital age
where GOOGLE replaces memorization
and elocution seems completely forgotten
I praise the discipline of harder times
when pain was shared to sharpen the learning
We only have what remains-poems and dreams
shared when young,last all our days
Even now,Sister Mary Anthony
demands Merchant of Venice from me
I am Shylock asking for my "pound of flesh"
like mortgage foreclosing rapaciousness
I have lost all skills of calligraphy
Copperplate means sculpture to me
yet were you to ask"where came ye by poetry?"
It was the Irish tongue that` beat it in to me
HAPPY NEW POETRY EAR TO ALL WHO CARE TO LISTEN!
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