THE SCENTED ROAD

The 30th poem on the 30th day of April for National Poetry Writing Month   And on runs the road, rushing in rings around us, faster than feet can find footing,  brisker than bodies can breath,  holds lost in the hustle and hurry, securities slipping by the sidelines, hearts hurtling off into hills  parted and […]

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CAUGHT IN THE CONSCIOUSNESS

  Curious are the occasions  you come into consciousness,  like colours caught  out of season, without  a reason you slip in  between the solace  to accentuate the silence, the stillness and the distance.   Curious are the occasions  you come into consciousness, like lyrics lost to their line, without reason or rhyme, you are mine […]

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RISEN

I cross bridges blindfolded not afraid of the heights I could fall from but aware of the ocean of emptiness I have risen from. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Photograph taken in Södermalm, Stockholm, Sweden 

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AMSTERDAM CALLING

I heard you today  on the metro,  in the morning,  words falling from foreign tongues  as the train took me so much further  than the tracks permitted.  I heard you today in the distance, calling,  after the departure,  a language dissolving the borders  that bind us now broken  but a hold still held that I […]

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KONINGSDAG

Remembering back to before, on Koningsdag (King’s Day) My memories of life in Amsterdam, Netherlands…  All Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly in Amsterdam between 2006 and 2015

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IN HIS PLACE

  And slowly the bud unfolded, new life in bloom as the leaves trembled like clapping hands while the heavens hushed. And slowly the bud unfolded, a spring in song, the frost now falling like melting tears on her gentle face. And slowly the bud unfolded, as he had said, as he had promised when […]

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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

We were meant to be nothing more than the compliment to you, calm and considerate, not the conqueror; covetous and carnal. We were meant to be nothing more than the guardian of you, grateful and gracious, not just gluttony grounded in greed. We were meant to be nothing more than the homemaker in you, humble […]

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TRUST

  Trust me as I thrust into you, as we sweetly split the space within the identity that we identify and the disguise that we discard in corners where clothes are cast aside for more carnal concerns, born in beds soon to be bruised and battered as we bare bodies, as we bend bodies bare, […]

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DELICATE THINGS

  There are violets in lullabies caressing windows where once only sleeping notes lay There are songs in springtime seducing summer in gardens where all colour was grey There are violets awaking on walls now a witness to the orchestra of nature at play. There are violets on strings, on sweet subtle strings, simplicity reassured […]

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THE FIRST TIME, UNDER THE PINK

  Tears on the sleeve of a boy he’s gonna find release today, ‘Tears on the sleeve’ is what she sang I fear he is a man today Tears on the side of his face this was what he’d waited for thrown by the time and the place he thought it would be so much […]

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