Like a whisper
tissue is painted with purpose,
silk spun from crisp cuts,
white scented with sapphire
parading into Prussian
(fragile of frame and filigree),
like a thought
an image opens, a petal unfolding,
shades seep into substance
as the edges fade
(how quickly we fall to forgetful)
light, liquid, linger, a little longer.
Thoughts tied in twists of emerald
simplicity on a simple stand,
in a liquid light
and the memory leans in.
We are more fragile
than we know.
We could be more lasting
but only time will tell.
Not everything will linger
on after our whispers
fall to a fade…
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly.
Photograph taken at the Dior exhibition Couturier Du Rêve, Musee des Arts Décoratifs, Paris
7 thoughts on “TO LINGER LONGER, MAYBE…”
Just lovely. (K)
Thank you Kerfe, the mind meandered this morning on the metro. Sometimes a diversion is nice
Absolutely a marvel! You write with such eloquent ease my friend. How envious am I.
Oh, what a message to wake up to. Thank you Paula. And happy weekend 🎉🎉
Such lovely lingering images in your meandering musing!
It helps when the metro slows down to have a little inspiration at hand 😊