S. K.- M. O'Meagher
Introduction

Poetry

Chronicle One

Montage of Early Work

Tour Of Duty

Zens' Wake

Erotica and The Way

Newly Vinted

The Lost Canticles

Storm

Favourite Links

Photo Page

Photos 

Guest Book



Within these pages are pieces of my poetry, some written more than thirty years ago, spanning the latter portion of the twentieth century, and others of a far more recent vintage, having been set onto paper in this era. These works mirror one woman's voyage through interesting and complicated times, some reflect the image of my soul, or my life long love of women , and an intense constantly nourishing relationship with the sea. By no accident do I now live by the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico but rauther a quirk of fate: and here its somehow easier to work, to write of matters of soul , and of the heart.

Born into a very different world , when West and East never met, the heyday of " Us Against Them ", raised in the shadows of the Cold War, this has been a spectacular voyage. To have had the grand fortune of being taught to love, and to treasure the written word actually altered all , allowing me the intellectual freedom to seek. My path from the Catholicism of my youth into the Buddhism of today was eased considerably by my Mother, who has had parallel travels of her own. It is to her I owe unending respect and admiration, despite our differences over the years, for instilling a relentless curiousity about the world, and my deepest gratitude for hours spent reading to me, for the respect she gave literature.

The measure of my life is seen in my friends, who are nothing short of the finest people on earth. They have given me strength, understanding, and outright love. If this were a reflection of coinage, my immense wealth could be quantified by numbers, in dreary coloumns. Instead they give me warmth, try to comprehend the poet inside this shell, and bring laughter to my life.

Being a Romantic, and a Cynic in this day and age, I take my heros' wherever they are, knowing in the long run good prevails. A life long Sci-Fi fan, who loves the "Highlander" simply because one man pits himself against evil, time and time again solely because its the right thing to do. Perhaps that's the reason I chose Poetry, or Poetry chose me , to tilt at windmills. If possible, even in a minor way, to make a difference in the world around me.

This Homepage is up and running now , as the result of my friends urging. You know who you are! Especially Quos, Gpal, Blu, Lil, SinG, Willa , and you Sweet , all of whom I'ld like to thank for the shove, and to Muser for the locale of this site. To all who have asked , here is the answer to " Where can I find It" And should you like a copy , all I ask is that you ask, and I'll send it. There is more Poetry on the Custom Pages.

These pieces are all under copyright protection. Thanks.







CRE NA CILLE

They die,one by one,

memoralized in eulogy,carved into stone,

marking what was once a being,

living,breathing,

as you, and me.


They die, one by one,

faded memories of some faded memories,

these distant relatives of ours.

The ones who distant grew.

What have we of them

but weathered stones,

and childhood memories.


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All work is under current copyright, held by author. S.K. O'Meagher 2003 - 2006.   May Not be reprinted without expressed and written permission.