Dreaming,
seeing time
as something silky
you can slip though,
rearranging reality,
the hours revolving
around minutes
around molecules
neither past nor present;
the future still waiting
to be moulded,
dreaming
of tempering time;
of breaking it
of bending it;
redrawing curt corners
into kinder curves,
rerouting long roads
into achievable lengths.
I bend time
beyond this bed
of twisted sheets,
these withered webs,
tired and torn,
and mend
in my mind, slumbering,
that which was cracked
before the mirror
catches its reflection
of disruption,
of distraction,
of rejection.
And I wonder
in all this bending,
in all this mending,
how much the mind
will remember
and how capable am I,
in waking,
to let time forget?
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
The picture and poem are very powerful Dami! Please, I’m curious about the picture – would you tell me something of it, what it is, an artwork you have done?
Hello my dear, I hope you are both well and ready for Christmas. The picture is just a photograph I took recently with a Facebook filter added. Haven’t had internet at home in months and no computer since the burglary a few weeks ago so only have my Iphone and a little wifi so that I’ve been limited in what I can do but the Facebook photo filters are actually kind of fun. Wishing you both a wonderful Christmas and joy and laughter for the new year 🌲🎅🏻🤗
Sad to hear about the burglary Dami, oh dear! Those are very lovely wishes for Christmas and new year and we wish the same for you! Best wishes, Liz 🙂
Powerful.
(FB has filters?!)
M
Thank you Maribeth.
Favebook- photo filters- I know! Swipe left and you have them all! I found them by mistake! I wish for you a wonderful 2018