We are not the sky.
We are not the earth.
We are just a reflection
resting on the water
and can be blown away
at the will of the wind.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
FRAGILE REFLECTIONS
Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly
Between the lines and through the lens…
merrildsmith
Lovely, Damien.
This is the second trees reflecting in the water poem I’ve read today. It must be something about autumn. 🙂
deuxiemepeau
It’s certainly creeping upon us- head cold season had reached Paris- tissue supplies seem to be at an all time low
merrildsmith
Oh dear. My younger and her husband had bad colds and couldn’t make it to our dinner last week. She probably got it from her students. A tissue shortage! Perhaps if you can find a bunch you can stockpile them and offer them in exchange for getting your Internet service.
deuxiemepeau
😂😂😂😂😂 that’s hilarious! I might just try it! Final attempt to connect on Wednesday- fingers a little tired though from being crossed. Enjoy your weekend
merrildsmith
😉
memadtwo
Another wonderful combination of words and image. (K)
deuxiemepeau
😊 thank you my dear
Maribeth Batcho
Oh, my, do I love this piece…
Very timely. Simple truth.
Lovely.
deuxiemepeau
Thank you my dear! Lovey to hear from you. Big hugs