Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 28/09/2026I know the pale, fierce purity of ice that holds a whole drowned meadow in its glass. And the owl’s cry, thrown across the snow, and somewhere, past the ridge, a throat lifts up and answers, and the dark is not so wide. #vss365 0253
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 25/09/2026Mist on the meadow, Dawn through the trees, I hear the earth’s soft reckoning in every turning breeze. Moss on the riverstone, Light on the hill, I love the world for asking naught, and loving me still. #vss365 0162
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 08/09/2026The water held its breath, then broke, And something ancient stirred; Memory, silver, rose and spoke No sound, yet every word Of heaven's whole undying light Lay in this moonglade, blurred. #vss365 0483
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 07/09/2026The heart's a palimpsest of pain, Though newer things be writ, Beneath the ink of joy again The old ghosts will not quit, For every grief we think we've healed Still bleeds a little bit. #vss365 3367
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 06/09/2026The oak that snaps is not near half as wise as reeds that bow beneath the storming skies, And real strength won’t wear armour and a frown, real strength kneels, and lifts those fallen down. The gentlest hand, adroit past shallow art, should hold the world and should not bruise a heart. #vss365 1415
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 06/09/2026The tide draws back like some forgetful thought, My wrist adroit where wind and current fraught, Each bird that flees is one unanswered prayer, The horizon folds the secret into air. #vss365 0302
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 03/09/2026Our souls unbodied rise as vapour thin, Then fall elixir, quickening the skin. #vss365 0232
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 01/09/2026There is a moment small as breath, and twice as bright as true, when morning light lies scattered gold, and scatters less than you. One smile so soft and unhurried, and empathetic so, undoes the sky, undoes the sea and makes the old world new. #vss365 My lonnnnng love poem. Please enjoy:greachan.comYou 2183
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 31/08/2026Friendship does not fade but learns to wax and wane like moonlit tide, a long slow wake the gentle proof that stillness ever moved aside. #vss365 1355
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 25/08/2026The trees bend down within their mirrored place; Lord, sponge my heart as gently as this grace. #vss365 0458
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 24/08/2026Call it not water, but a second heaven laid, Where light undresses slowly, and is unafraid. 0445
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 24/08/2026For past the hill, beyond the standing stone, where thin places let the daylight through, a cord is knotted (never flesh nor bone) and lowered gentle as the morning dew. Not chain, not tether forged to keep me still, but rope paid gently out by patient will. #vss365 Read the whole poem here:greachan.comGrace 1183
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 24/08/2026 I am tethered, though I cannot see, and grace, today, is grace enough for me. 0171
Reposted by GréachánGréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 14/06/2026The bulb that hoards its fire through the long dark, The spider-thread that fashions, from the dew and empty air, its unimaginable arc, For love is what persists when all falls through, The warmth the frozen river hides and keeps, The one flame that its own diminishment feeds. 1193
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 23/08/2026Ah, look how she doth thread the morning’s gold, As innocence itself might dare unfold; Not Fortune’s dice, but Love’s own hand hath thrown A perfect roll that needs no thing but peace alone. #vss365 1243
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 23/08/2026Beneath a sky soft as their horses’ eyes, these strong men trade in flesh and heavy breath, wet palms outstretched towards their common prize, as if Irish souls could be bought from death. A whistle, and the whole wide village stills, the world becomes dice thrown down by Will. #vss365 0141
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 23/08/2026Flux ~~~ No wave arrives that was not always leaving, each crest a thing the ocean dreamt and dropped, each trough a held breath, briefly grieving the shape it had before its shaping stopped. 1/5 2155
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 22/08/2026i must be content to be an imperfect translation, a towel-wrapped, mistranslated line that mourners might revise for years above my grave, still arguing what my time and i once meant in the original tongue, spoken before i spoke at all in mine. #vss365 0163
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 22/08/2026They say the moon owns the tides, pulls oceans by a string we cannot see, but I have watched you answer my voice first, before hers, when she called you back to sea. 0160
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 22/08/2026Two shores can hold one sea between and still be wedded by the same blue longing. 0130
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 20/08/2026O nature, thou art patient in thyart, To press such worlds where little room is found; The ocean kettled in the heart Of one small cloud that scarcely skirts the ground. #vss365 1195
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 18/08/2026Farewell, Jaed, my gentle hub of thought, whose keel once combed the tangled hair of tide, unknotting waves that time had twisted taut, now dust and dock are all that we divide. The soul, like water, leaves no lasting seam: go, little boat, and teach the sea to dream. #vss365 1295
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 14/08/2026Cling, my soul, to what the honest meadow gives, (the grasses’ breath, the willow’s bending vows); Let grief remain a place where I won’t live, Let me keep faith with what nature allows. Storms have their say in heaven; here below, I’ll hold the rose, and let the dark clouds go. #vss365 23710
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 13/08/2026I crouch down low to kiss the morning dew, Which clings a moment, then is called to rise. #vss365 0354
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 07/08/2026Ní tír thú, a Éire, ach cuisle i mo chroí, cré i mo chnámh, is salann i mo dheoir; má scarann an fharraige do chorp uaim choíche, ní scarfaidh sí m’anam ó d’anam mór. Óir tá rud diaga sa cheangal seo. Tú ionamsa, is mise ionat, go deo. 291
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 07/08/2026What hand first struck a string? What breath Taught grief to dance, and dust to sing? We borrow music, as we borrow death, Yet we make both a living thing: For when your old song passes into mine, We lose our selves and come divine. #vss365 0184
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 07/08/2026Nothing here is fixed, Only patient, The way a soul must wear a body. 0215
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 02/08/2026My Native Tongue Temptation bids me spend my gold elsewhere, Yet every blackbird, feathering dawn from thorn, returns my soul its hidden coin. The wind translates no hill so faithfully as that old speech inhabits me. Thus what I seem to carry is but dust; this treasure carries me. #vss365 0243
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 02/08/2026Songbird 2 Her liquid notes slip warm into my ear; Temptation longs to press her to my skin, To cage her pulse where only I might hear That gentle tongue pour all its sweetness in. Yet she would lose the wildness she possessed, So free she flies, still singing in my breast. #vss365 2313
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 02/08/2026Songbird 1 She spills her song, and all my senses lean; Temptation stirs to gather her within, To make my ribs the cage she sings between, And feel her wing beat trembling through my skin. But love must leave untouched what makes it fly: She sings and every note becomes a smile. #vss365 1224
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 01/08/2026Let others measure theirs by hand or hour; Ours has no clock, no boundary, no coast. The wind that combs the heather has no power To say where breath becomes the breathing ghost. 0131
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 01/08/2026When peace arrived, it didn’t enter me, 𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, as salt inhabits every wandering sea. #vss365 74412
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 01/08/2026My longing is not lack, but love concealed; A wound by which my damaged is healed. 0142
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 01/08/2026The moon lies broken in the mountain well, Yet every shard contains her whole desire. So distance that should make our spirits dwell Apart, instead creates invisible fire. Mem’ry arrives like rain on moss-lined stone, And makes the harshest distance feel like home. #vss365 2204
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 01/08/2026And love, once true, for no more distance strives, Already home, and yet each dawn arrives. #vss365 1387
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 31/07/2026For quiet is no country won by will, But dew descending where the heart grows still; The more I chase, the swifter flies the dove, Till, yielding all, I find its nest in Love. 1317
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 30/07/2026i write our hope where every furrow weaves a stunning gospel through the patient leaves; until the wind, made just by every breath, outsings the ancient disciplines of death. 0103
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 29/07/2026So is the soul that fears have governed most, Once it has learned what all its griefs are worth: It grows as plain and settled as a coast That wears the patient sculpture of the earth. #vss365greachan.comDeepest Peace 2225
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 23/07/2026the moon unspools a road nightly upon the sea, a long, bright rung of silver laid like a dream someday I w i l l w a l k to the end . #vss365 34612
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 22/07/2026You know it, now, always and forever: ~~~~ As tides turn homewards under moon and star, my heart returns to you, however far. #vss365 1264
Reposted by GréachánGréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 21/07/2026No border marks the passage of the swallow, no treaty binds the tide to ask the shore; the seed will cross wherever wind will follow, and roots ignore the lines that maps have borne. What line was ever drawn to govern whales? So why this desk to balance us in scales? #vss365 4205
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 22/07/2026How strange, my love, that while I face the night, your sky ignites with morning's early burn, one earth beneath us spins from dark to light, where night and day forever chase and turn. #vss365 1193
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 21/07/2026Look here, in the grass a thousand small And trembling globes hang, balanced, but unbound, No bigger than a tear, and yet they call The entire heaven, upon the ground. #vss365 2479
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 21/07/2026No border marks the passage of the swallow, no treaty binds the tide to ask the shore; the seed will cross wherever wind will follow, and roots ignore the lines that maps have borne. What line was ever drawn to govern whales? So why this desk to balance us in scales? #vss365 4205
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 20/07/2026And when the night turns wild, and when the pines Bow low like penitents before the gale, And lightning sprints the dark in sudden lines, And thunder rolls its boulders down the hills, This too is language - fury's just a phrase In that same speech that built the dawn's calm blaze. #vss365 1265
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 18/07/2026Loss was my jailer once, her chains the night, Yet through her very headwind did I break, as larks ascend when the night has resigned to die. ~~~ No pain holds the one who learns the sky's wide creed, I am the wind now, and the wind is freed! #vss365 1306
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 17/07/2026You are my headwind, and i am a sea bird hung trembling there, and pinned above the sea, held not by calm, but by the wind I wrestle, no stillness but the play of you and me. #vss365 3454
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 16/07/2026A samara does not grieve to leave the bough; it falls because its falling is the plan. Some soft design already tells it how to break, to root, to grow where it began. So maybe nothing truly falls apart; the tree still stands through all that will depart. #vss365 1315
Gréachán @greachan.bsky.social · 15/07/2026So conquer grief the way old trees conquer years: by growing rings around those tears. #vss365 739363
