I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 5; COULD HAVE BEEN MORE

  We held hands over hearts housed in other folds, ink had tipped another name into your flesh as we fell into holds, harbouring no more than musing moments, the south going north for something different, something foreign, someone fresh, perhaps that was all we ever were; a diversion from all that was defined, from […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 4; BOY SO BLUE

  Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through your thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpet caressed by […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 3; GONE, THE GARDEN

  Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 2; POTTERS ON THE ROAD

  I am free in the morning, in this morning town, waking, slipping from slumber like skin from sheets, like wings above clouds conquering concerns that come a calling and I am falling upwards, falling in love with light can feel it sparkling, even at day break, even when days break, falling for all that caresses […]

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SEND IN THE CLOWNS

  Twisted in torment throughout time, we are tenements tears could fill in their thousands. If only we were clowns and comedy was our calling. All words by Damien B. Donnelly   Twitter poetry prompt “tears could Fill” from #WrittenRiver

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FOOLED BY FLESH

I thought we’d carved our lines into hearts, sentences poured over favoured flesh, I etched eternal but you; ink tipped temporary. All words by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a Twitter prompt Ink from #Microprompt 

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