When I am broken
I hear the strings of my heart
and its music
moves me.
When I am mended
I forget the sounds
that once resounded
within me.
Perhaps that is why
it breaks
again and again
that my heart
be never far
from the music
stung
strung upon it.
All word and pen drawing by Damien B. Donnelly.
PuppyDoc (Phoebe)
Absolutely beautiful. 🙂
deuxiemepeau
Thank you Phoebe. This one was clearly close to my heart. Hope you are well, best wishes 🙂
Jane Dougherty
Another delicately beautiful poem, Damien, with that touch of melancholy that goes straight to the heart.
deuxiemepeau
Thank you Jane. Was thinking of you yesterday as my Swedish colleagues went all mushy and melted when I mentioned the Moomins
Jane Dougherty
And how could they not? I hope you’ve ordered the complete works. Makes me wish I understood Swedish to read them in the original.
Theanne aka magnoliamoonpie
Beautiful…now I understand 🙂
deuxiemepeau
Thank you Theanne
An Inspirer's Blog
Beautifully written… Please checkout my blog.
deuxiemepeau
Thank you very much- I will certainly come by to your blog
An Inspirer's Blog
Do tell me if you like it!
the vulture
you killed it maan . this stuff is super hot
deuxiemepeau
Thanks so much- I really appreciate your comment and thanks for reblogging
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