February 2017 – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

SOMETHING MORE

If I asked you would you sever the skin from your body layer by layer and blanket me in your living flesh? Maybe the nights would feel warmer. If I asked you would you bleed the blood from your body value from veins […]

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PATTERNS

Patterns pick themselves together on the ground through the pitter patter of rushing feet, wet feet, feet wishing themselves to be warm as the rain rings winter wet, wetter, not better for shoppers and strollers and businessmen with briefcases briefly blowing smoke up their own asses while waiters wait to be commanded, wait for orders […]

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IN THE SHADE

There was a heart like a plant in a garden watered tended in a garden like a plant growing a heart beating under sunlight and sometimes shade a gentle shade. A heart nurtured in a garden a quiet garden with a fence a pretty picket fence around a house around a home and that […]

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EVEN IN DRY DAYS WE FIND WAYS

By roughened rock and stubborn soil nature shatters the seasoned shell; from on high we fall to root and rise again. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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THE GREEN BELT

Like bodies for burial, on belts conveying commodities to congested communities, shrubs are shrouded in sheets of plastic that will not perish, in weather that can now only wither, along concrete too painful to penetrate, as brick and beast tower over twig and tree. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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FEATHERS IN FLIGHT

Falling from new lows cawing and flapping through clouds of chaos through crowds clambering at connections now carelessly closed Doves let fly the doves open the columbarium souls have the right to flee the broken have the right to be free from this folly Flapping with frail feathers the eagle’s eating itself and the […]