We are movement broken down
Persons performing their pieces
Persons in pieces
Often in the wrong places.
We are short stories bound in books
Looking for readers,
Looking for worship,
Looking for our worth,
We are sentences unseen.
Start. Forget. Remember. Forget. Stop.
I was a hand being held
I held a hand while thinking of another
I remember more
Of what didn’t happen
Than I do of what did,
Subconscious is subversive,
Conscious does not always question.
We are the truth of our lies,
lay lie between what we believe
And what we know to be reality.
We are clothes cut and cluttered,
We have forgotten to be sustainable,
To be recyclable,
We have been pressured into polyester.
Not retrain. Not relearn.
We are beings bound to repetition
We take foolish steps
Into fallen footprints
we haven’t understood,
we haven’t forgiven,
Be become the ghosts
That cloaked our childhood.
We have not been thought to think.
All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly
3 thoughts on “CYCLE”
What a neat rhythm to this … I really enjoyed it 🙂 And I was really drawn to your drawing, what’s going on there – is that a cycle tyre curving around the face?
You might enjoy this little poem I found that harks back to time spent in Paris… https://peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com/2018/07/19/la-flaneuse/
I’ve been thinking a lot about our failure to learn, to correct, to begin in a new way. It’s killing our world…(K)