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Dublin, Double, Doubt - Marcella Boccia

Dublin, Double, Doubt - Marcella Boccia

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 "Dublin, Double, Doubt" is a poetry collection by Marcella Boccia that delves into the mystique and duality of Dublin, Ireland. Through vivid imagery, the poems explore the themes of doubt, memory, history, and identity, while celebrating Ireland’s cultural richness and emotional depth. Each piece is a lyrical journey across Dublin's cobblestones, Galway’s winds, and the timeless echoes of Ireland’s resilient spirit. Perfect for readers who seek a poetic reflection on place, self, and the whispers of the past.2024 Art
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    • The Cliffs shall call

      The Cliffs shall call
      Jan 14 2025
      The Cliffs shall call

      Beneath
      the heavens’ gray embrace
      Where winds of sorrow
      carve the space
      The Cliffs of Moher
      rise austere
      A throne where silence
      claims the seer
      Their jagged edges
      cold and vast
      Hold whispers
      of the lives that passed
      Each soul that leaned
      to meet the gale
      To glimpse
      below the ocean’s veil
      And there
      where earth and sky collide
      Where time itself dares
      not reside
      A perfect death
      seems softly sown
      A plunge into the great unknown
      No cries
      no chains to hold me fast
      No echoes
      of the shadowed past
      Just wind and wave
      a final breath
      A quiet fall
      a lover’s death
      I’d join
      the murmurs of the sea
      Its ancient hymn enfolding me
      To drift with tides
      to ebb and flow
      To leave this weighted world
      below
      The cliffs shall call
      their song so sweet
      A melody
      where fate may meet
      For in their grasp
      there is release
      A fleeting fall
      eternal peace
      Would Yeats have dreamed
      of such an end?
      Where sea and rock
      and spirits blend?
      I hear the call
      its mournful tone
      And long to make
      that leap my own
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    • To drift beneath the arches

      To drift beneath the arches
      Jan 14 2025
      To drift beneath the arches

      Beneath O’Connell’s
      steadfast span
      I stand and feel
      the river’s plan
      Its gentle pull
      its ceaseless song
      To carry
      the restless heart along
      What if I leapt, a whisper
      a sigh
      To join the Liffey
      as it winds by
      Through arches bent
      by time and stone
      Where Dublin’s soul
      has long been sown?
      Bridge by bridge
      its waters call
      A Viking’s ghost
      in its rise and fall
      To the sea that cradled
      their sturdy prows
      And kissed the shores
      where their honor bows
      The tide would take me
      far
      away
      Beyond where sunlight
      greets the day
      To melt
      into the ocean’s breast
      And find
      at last eternal rest
      No trace
      no shadow left behind
      Just flowing waters
      undefined
      Dublin would
      forget my name
      Yet I’d be part
      of its endless frame
      Oh city born
      of blackened pool
      Where tides are fierce
      yet strangely cool
      Take me now
      beneath your streams
      And let me fade
      in timeless dreams
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    • Jealous of the cup

      Jealous of the cup
      Jan 14 2025
      Jealous of the cup

      Oh fragile porcelain
      you daring thief
      You steal what I can
      only dream to keep
      Your warmth caresses
      where I long to dwell
      Your kiss
      a secret you’ll never tell
      You touch his lips
      so soft
      so fair
      And linger
      where my heart would dare
      You cradle his breath
      his whispered sighs
      While I remain
      in longing’s disguise
      Each sip he takes
      a lover’s vow
      And I
      an outsider
      wonder how
      A lifeless cup
      could hold such grace
      Could taste the soul
      I cannot trace
      The steam
      that rises meets his gaze
      A fleeting veil
      a fleeting haze
      Yet even that
      I envy still
      For it touches him
      against my will
      Oh foolish heart
      why ache so much?
      For lips
      you’ll never truly touch?
      Yet still
      I pine
      my longing steeped
      For love that’s his
      but never reaped
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