A SOUL IN THE SHADOW

  She was not made for sunlight and silly, she was not designed for display and distraction. She loves moonlight where her tears find comfort in the stars and her shadow is more shelter than cell. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Based in a Twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver

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LITHE LIGHT

  Worries wash away on the water, watch them whisper, whimper and wither on the waves, on summer nights under fading lights. Watch worries wash away leaving lithe light to linger, to illuminate a longing for all that is yet to come. Words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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OVERTAKING

Today is the 2nd year anniversary of part 2 of my life in Paris. I moved here on July 17th 2015. I first moved here form Dublin when I was 22. At that point I knew as little about anyone in this city or the city itself as I did about myself. Two years later […]

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GLEANING THE GLORY

  We are creatures concerned with creation, edging the artistry of alchemy out of everyday ordinary, eager to glean the glory out of the garden we were given to cherish. Or, at least, we were! All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a Twitter Poetry Prompt from #SenseWrds

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BORN IN BLUE

  Muscle in movement to music as cords are cut from corpse, ‘I was born in blue,’ he said, ‘tender twisting into tune, I am rags rendered into rich, suffering surrendering to the song.’ ‘I was born in blue,’ he said And his guitar the guts through which he bled. All words by Damien B. […]

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CAST ALONG

  Lost in a current capricious, a cast of confusion, but the river remembers its route. The water wades into the ocean & the drifting ends. All words and photograph by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a Twitter prompt from #WrittenRiver

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LONG DAYS

  Beauty bays in the back gardens of concrete we’ve created, simplicity shouting from the shadows of cites under siege, precious petals pulsing with potential, lines of light longing add contrast to contour, like age adds interest. Long days, lonely, waiting to be witnessed by more than just the falling rain… We all are beauty, […]

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RESTLESS

  Only shadow remains as I slip away from myself, carving new forms out of old bones, eager for other arousals to press through the restless. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Based on a Twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver

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RELEASED

  As you walked away I watched you curve through the current of confusion that had consumed us. Once torn on the tide, I waded out to let our worries wash off on the waves as a breeze buried its breath against my body like the kindness that once caressed us and all hurt once […]

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A KISS BEFORE THE FALL

  I¬†stood on plains, broad & boisterous, as our ancestors whispered the wisdom fickle fellows have since forgotten and on my cheek, as if the final fall of grace from greed, the kiss of zephyr washed it’s hand of what’s to come. Allowed and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly¬† Inspired by a Twitter poetry prompt […]

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