{"id":2046,"date":"2015-07-10T01:43:36","date_gmt":"2015-07-10T01:43:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2046"},"modified":"2015-07-10T01:47:51","modified_gmt":"2015-07-10T01:47:51","slug":"written-beside-a-stone-to-paul-smith","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/written-beside-a-stone-to-paul-smith\/","title":{"rendered":"Written Beside a Stone to Paul Smith"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_1687\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1687\" style=\"width: 600px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/Offices-in-Charlemont_Street.jpg\" alt=\"Offices across the canal from Charlemont Street in Dublin. Photo Tomas O Carthaigh (c)2010 \" title=\"Offices-in-Charlemont_Street\" width=\"600\" height=\"240\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1687\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1687\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Offices across the canal from Charlemont Street in Dublin. Photo Tomas O Carthaigh (c)2010<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<blockquote><p>The latest of the poems restored to the website, its from the &#8220;Dander in Dublin&#8221; series, from way back in 2010&#8230;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Opposite this stone he lived it says<br \/>\nOf him I have not read before<br \/>\nOpposite the canalbanks where I sit, but behind<br \/>\nOn hinge, was his hall door<\/p>\n<p>Beside the Canal at Charlemeont Street<br \/>\nNew offices shining stand<br \/>\nWhat contrast: the ruined economy of today<br \/>\nAnd the bright future that was planned.<\/p>\n<p>Wary I walked past the flats<br \/>\nBeside which I wished not to stop<br \/>\nBut for refreshment I had to<br \/>\nTo go into the open opposite shop.<\/p>\n<p>And past me a woman walks<br \/>\nWith a dalmatian dog on a lead<br \/>\nAnonymous and unknowing<br \/>\nThat a poet commits the deed<\/p>\n<p>About her writing, that she was there<br \/>\nAt the same time as I<br \/>\nWrite poetry on a park bench<br \/>\nAs she and her dog walk by&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Such is life, but coincidence<br \/>\nAs by each other we pass<br \/>\nEach going about their day<br \/>\nWalking on pavement and grass&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps in Birr or Tullamore<br \/>\nOr even in Banagher town<br \/>\nA plaque to me for writing might be placed<br \/>\nFor by vandals to be torn down.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The latest of the poems restored to the website, its from the &#8220;Dander in Dublin&#8221; series, from way back in 2010&#8230; Opposite this stone he lived it says Of him I have not read before Opposite the canalbanks where I sit, but behind On hinge, was his hall door Beside &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[475],"tags":[2230,1028,2229,815,2231],"class_list":["post-2046","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dander-in-dublin","tag-charlemont-street","tag-dublin","tag-paul-smith","tag-pondering-a-writers-legacy","tag-writers-legacy","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-x0","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2381,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-muses-cafe\/","url_meta":{"origin":2046,"position":0},"title":"The Muses Caf\u00e9","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"16th October 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"Easons on Dublins O' Connell Street has a Cafe called Muses... appropiate for a bookshop! 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