Shades of green and grey amid feather and feeding frenzy in the Parc Zoologique de Paris:
All Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Month: October 2016
GOLDEN HARMONIES
Sight sees,
on Sundays,
beds of bowing
sunflowers, bowing
in beauty, not weeping
from weary, caught under
careful clouds; to comfort, not
to crush, sweet simplicity in growing
gardens, growing gold, going on, going green.
Sight sees, on Sundays, harmony reigning majestically.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
A NEW BEGINNING
Is that a day
still to come
birthing in the distance
rising through the stillness
writing on the heavens
the joy we’ve yet to know?
Is that a beacon
blazing bright
a siren for survivors
a moment for the missing
a reason to believe
the pain can fade with night?
Is that a hope
finding hold
on a city that needs saving
by a river that’s been crying
in a year that needs forgiving
Is this the light of a new beginning?
All words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
PARIS IN PICTURES; A CITY OF QUAINT CARS
Big City…Little Car…a Bike and a Mini bus…
All Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
SUNDAY SHARING; Dancing — Jane Dougherty Writes
Sunday sharing could not be done without this beautiful dance with the wilderness by Jane Dougherty of Jane Dougherty Writes. Check it out and come dance with the rest of us…
The Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt provides five words to incorporate in a poem. Sometimes, I don’t get on with the words at all, and it takes a lot of work to fit them all in. Sometimes they just jump into line of their own accord. This week was one of those times. The words […]
SHARING SUNDAY; Off With My Head — eatartdaily
Sunday Sharing loves this monster in love poem from Christos Polydorou from eatartdaily:
My lover is hero, is titan… My lover’s contribution to life is tantamount to genius… This must be love Vertiginous heights Candy cotton the clouds… Handpicked me! Of all people! Roared down from the heavens and cut my head off! This must be love because I have literally lost my head. This must be love […]
SHARING SUNDAY; All the ways — Christina Strigas
Sharing Sunday could not ignore this powerhouse poem from Christina Strigas:
First time I almost died was before I was even born. Miracle baby, the doctor said. Nowadays it’s only breech eyes closed but in ’68 it was some kind of miracle that my mom still tells me like it’s the first time what a story to hear over and over again. In 1971 a needle […]
SHARING SUNDAY; Drops (Cinquain)
Sharing Sunday’s third poem is Drops from Anita Lubesh and it’s breathtaking.
Anita’s blog is http://www.writingasitcomes.wordpress.com
Rain’s cool,
clear consciousness
evaporates with dawn;
teardrops tasting of fresh mourning
explode.
SHARING SUNDAY; Contoocook
Todays second reblog for Sunday Sharing is Contoocook from Paul F. Lenzi, a poem bursting with nature and alive with beauty from his blog http://www.poesypluspolemics.com.
“Contoocook River, Henniker New Hampshire” by Exponential Terrestrial Pedestrian
running north
cold and clean
bass and trout
flourish under
blue freewheeling
shadows of
eagle and heron
tall high-stepping
sure-footed moose
wade and wash
at the liveliest
whitewater fringes
of nursery pools
where spawned
salmon first learn
independence
and swim with
conviction that
here is a place
they can eagerly
live free or die
SUNDAY SHARING; The Splendor of Light
Midway through this weekend’s migraine madness I realised I hadn’t done a Sunday Sharing in a long time therefore, as I can’t get through the fussiness to my brain, I thought I’d share the beauty of others instead…
Todays first Sunday Sharing comes from Merril D. Smith and this beauty inspired by Jane Dougherty from Jane Dougherty Writes entitled The Splendour of Light.
Check out more of Merril’s wonderful words by clicking the link or at http://www.merrildsmith.wordpress.com
By Internet Archive Book Images [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons
She laughs and flames shoot from her chariot
moving through the sky. She will carry it,
(the splendor of light), and with lariat
she’ll rein in her gilded steeds, ferry it,
the glow, from dawn to dusk with merry wit.
She brings joy, life, pulses to beautify.
Her companion stars though, she sees them cry,
their tears shoot out, then streak across the sky.
Still she laughs, shares her light, as she rides by.
Someday she’ll fade, turn black–and then she’ll sigh.
This is a response of sorts to Jane Dougherty’s non-challenge.
Jane found the rather strange image above. It’s supposed to be a sunspot, and it comes from an 1898 book called The Story of the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars. I started thinking about sunspots, and then this story that I read recently about an…
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