Month: July 2017

IN THE MOMENT

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Today
we are together,

timeless

in this singular moment

of forever.

We are limitless;

soul entwined in hope,
hope entwined in love.

Today we are together.

Tomorrow is for fools to fret over.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. The Kiss Sculpture by Rodin.

Inspired by a Twitter poetry prompt from #DimpleVerse

TIME IS FLEETING

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Time is fleeting.
See it slipping through hands
eager to clasp all that cannot be caught.
Time is fleeting
but this is not always tragic
for we are traffic motoring along
the carriage way in search
of contentment in accompanying cars,
meandering towards the midway
and making out with the magic
that caresses the quiet corners
of our day while all the time
time flitters forward.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Inspired by a Twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver

FORGIVENESS

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If you
are forgiving
to my omission
of carving your name
eternal upon my flesh

then I will
be forgetful
to the distance
you divined to draw
your own deceits upon skin

that wasn’t mine

as I forget you completely.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

AFTERGLOW

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Hunger harbours its hold
like a boat
bent on the scent of the sea
and we are bound
to the pull of its freedom,
its current crushing all caution
as we fall folly to its friction
on bended knee in benediction,
on beds of bodies bare and breathless,
tongues tempted towards taste,
buoyant on the bounce,
fast to the flesh, I want you,
you feel me, I will leave you
famished for nothing but more
and more and more, as I walk away,
still parched, still famished,
but never foolish
enough to linger longer
than the afterglow.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

HUNGER IS NOT A HARBOUR

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Running
to all that is new,
to all I have not yet seen,
attracted to the covered corners
the light can not carve comfort into…

Running
to all I don’t yet know,
to all I have not yet called by name,
haunted by the houses not yet home
and the whispers not yet known…

but what of where I have been,
what of the comfort once created,
what of the stories already told,
what of the lives I held once,
for a time,
in my hold?

Am I bold
to this running,
this longing to be always
up and leaving,
shunning reason
for this constant craving,
for another corner to caress creation,
to suppress starvation?

But hunger is not a harbour,
it is not where still waters rest, still.

It is the rest…

the current
carving chaos
into the crest, craving,
the waves
rushing up and over,
always and ever further,

from the shore.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

NATURE HAS HUNGER

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Nature has hunger

Leaves unfurl
like an opening
of an umbrella
with the opposite
intention.
Nature has hunger
and already tastes
the roaring rain
still in the distance
of the coming clouds.

Nature has hunger
and opens up while man
has fear and covers over.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Inspired by a Twitter prompt from #ShapePoetry

WALLS

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We build walls
and barricades
to hide from our fears
of what might be outside.

We build walls
and barricades
and are left

trapped

with the evil within.

All words by Damien B. Donnelly

Based on a poetry prompt from #Poetheme

LOST

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Sometimes things just get lost…

like umbrellas in taxis
when cover comes,
like keys in corners
when time is doomed,

like days,
like years,
like faces
once familiar,
like the fate
you once fought for,
like the dream
you since let drown,

like scars,
like tears,
like hearts once essential.

Sometimes
things just get lost.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

FROM AFAR

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In Space

is the silence so sacred
that stillness is a solace
to the spinning?

Are star lights
like dainty daisies that illuminate the night?

Is the earth
but a beacon of beauty
when viewed from afar,
so far that you cannot hear
Man and his kind
screaming?

 

All words by Damien B. Donnelly

Inspired by a Twitter Prompt from #ShapePoetry

 

JAGGED EDGES

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We
picture
perfection when
darkness descends
on daylight, when shadows
slip into the unseen, when sharp
edges slide from sinister,
when we cannot see
ourselves in the
glare of the glass that cannot lie.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Inspired by a Twitter Poetry Prompt form #SenseWrds