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,



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


5 thoughts on “I DREAM

  1. 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 🙂

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