COMFORT IN THE CARDS

 

Behind the fanfare we fan the light
to make our way through another day
to night. Behind the fuss we muddle
through movement on route to contentment
caught in quiet corners of unconsciousness,
like that word on the tip of the tongue
we can’t quite pronounce.

On terra-cotta tiles I turn through cards
of comfort from days now distant,
wishes signed with love from names
I can no longer call in this light,
in this life. Far from the fanfare,
far from the fuss, you are all still
somehow a part of each movement
I make, distant stars now that once
held dreams, that once signed cards
of greetings, never thinking how much
one day, beyond the fuss, they would mean.

All words and photograph by Damien B. Donnelly

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One thought on “COMFORT IN THE CARDS

  1. Stefanie Neumann

    Thank you for this very touching poem, dear Dami!
    It is sad that those stars shine their light from such a distance, now. But then, again, it is beautiful that their light still reaches and enlighten the heart.
    Much Love,
    Steffi
    🤗

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