JGHeraghty | Poetry

Helloo, to whomever cares to read this! I know I've been updating the site on an abnormal basis, not keeping tabs on the distance between each post. But, it's okay because despite how irregular the timing, I have made sure to keep my posts parallel, if I may admit, with the life that I am leading. Or, in better English, my life as it is momentarily. I realise that I've made quite an odd move by going to college and studying something more on the mathematical side of business. Which is slightly contradictary toward my love for English and using that particular side of my brain. If there's anything I've learned over the past year, it's that sometimes, the unplanned moments of your life are the best moments of your life. And, I realise that if you are just checking out the site and seeing what it's all about, (or, perhaps, what I'm all about) you may think that to be a bit soppy and just leave it right there. Close the tab at the top of your page and ...

Now for my September post, the Summer flew away so quickly that I managed to end up here, the day before I start college. Can you believe it, college? For this one, I'm posting my latest poem, which I wrote only days ago. What's funny about the poem is that, moments before I wrote it at about four in the morning, I had begun to write a "Joanne Here" post in which I was going to tell you all about how I had run out of ideas as to what to base a poem upon. I felt completely neutral. I had no ideas, no thoughts, no emotions. Absolutely nothing. And what's more, is that I felt completely powerless.. which is such a helpless feeling, might I add. (Never go to bed angry!!) I just want to get this poem posted and out there, so that I can both come to terms with the truth behind it, and forget it. Acception is vital for this one! I'm basically hoping that, by posting the poem, and getting it out of the way, I will never again have to experience the feelings that...

Would you believe it, August is here already .. Which means that it's about time I got to my next post! I decided to go with something from my more recent additions to the collection. I decided to use the most simplistic of language for this one, which I personally thought would evoke a childish nature to the poem and its subject matter. Basically, I believe this childish language would help the reader to understand the message that is being relayed in the poem. Children's imaginations run wild, which is a common expression. But what about teenagers? Or, even, adults? Are they not to believe in monsters just because they have grown up and should know better? In my opinion, those who convince themselves that monsters are non-existent are experiencing a state of denial. Recently, I have grown to feel like a monster is looking over my shoulder and watching my every move. It's difficult to understand, even for me, but it's true. So I attempted to put my situation into a...

This one is a little different to the rest. Most poets write about the person they, publicly or privately , love . I never, in all honesty, thought I would become one of those type of poets. Everyone has their own unique ways of expressing themselves , which is something that Caroline has kindly explained to me recently. For me, it's through poetry. I know it's normal for people to love others, and well, naturally the love that they feel is shown to the world by their own method of expression . In truth, if I had actually tried to put into words the love that I felt for the person on which this poem is based, it would never have worked out. I would sit, and think, and think.. But nothing would come. The words for this one fell together, when I let my mind wander to where it wished to go. A dedication does exist, but I don't intend to make it public unless it's at the request of the dedicatee . Additionally, things change and people change. That much I have come ...

Hello to who it may interest.. For a short time the site will be under maintenance, but don't worry, it won't effect those who visit the page. What it will do, however, is evoke questions such as "what is up with this one and her disordered fonts?" and all that.. It will look a tad odd, but only for a short time until I fix things up. Secondly, besides answering a question no one has asked yet.. I'll answer questions I have been asked, like "Joanne, do you actually still take the time to write poetry anymore?", or, "with the Leaving Cert, and all, where do you get the time to write extra..?" Firstly, I do still take the time to write, because I love writing. I could never just stop.. And secondly, like a dancer likes to practice dance moves and a footballer likes to practice skills, I like to practice my writing.. So, I dont see it as extra.. More like a hobby :) My favourite question was "Joanne, why do I have to wait until next mon...

So.. I was walking up the road to my house a few days ago and the thought struck me. What if there is someone, just like me, who is as unrealistically keen about hearing about competition results as me. Who won? That's the question, buzzing around in my head when the result is due, any day, to the competition I have entered. So for those who are interested in the answer to "who won the Yeats' Poetry competition of 2014" for young people? which, unfortunately, cannot be found out from the internet (until now), it was me. Yes, for the second year in a row. I understand that makes me look a tad greedy and I almost feel guilty for not giving others, with the same talent, the chance to win, but I could never be happier. This year we were assigned the task of responding to Yeats' "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death." For the competition, the candidate had to take the perspective of a soldier and respond to the story of the poem. I thought, at first, that...

This one's a little unusual. Ends are pretty sad, most of the time, but as I come to the end of my school years, I decided that I should close up all the loose ends. It was funny, considering I'm beginning my actual Leaving Certificate examinations tomorrow morning, to find a piece of work like this. I scanned through my personal account on the school computer a few months ago, and I moved everything off of the account and onto my USB key. It was brilliant to find a poem I had written in first year. My English teacher assigned the class the task of writing a poem for poetry day in 2010 . We had to work in pairs. I worked with a guy in my year called Darrell Leydon . As well as it being my first poem to co-author , it was my actual first poem to ever write . It's a little amateur , but hey, we all got to start somewhere, right? I didn't make ANY changes to the wording, or the punctuation... I'm posting it as it was written! A Sunny Day It was the middle of may...