—
Breezes are back in bloom
and I am caught
by the curl of the curtain
as it catches
in the courant d’air
now coming in
with questions
for all that has slipped
into a sleepy silence.
—
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Month: August 2018
ESCAPING THE CITY; SEA, SAND AND SUNSETS IN SAINT MALO AND LE MONT SAINT MICHEL, BRETAGNE, FRANCE
Weekend break from the Parisian heat in Bretagne, France…
By the Breakers at Saint Malo
Patterns on la plage (the beach)
Sunset over the former pirate seas of Saint Malo
Big Bear at Le Grand Hotel des Thermes, Saint Malo
The Seagull sweep
Striking a pose
Le Mont Saint Michel
Tide’s out
Sunset beneath Le Mont Saint Michel
Within the Abbey at Le Mont Saint Michel
All photography by Damien B. Donnelly
CYCLE
Start. Stop.
Repeat.
Start. Stop.
Return. Rerun.
We are movement broken down
Into stages,
On stages
Persons performing their pieces
In spaces,
Persons in pieces
Often in the wrong places.
Start. Stop.
Release.
Start. Stop.
Rethink. Reread.
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
In hope,
In haste,
I held a hand while thinking of another
Since forgotten.
Then remembered.
Now lost.
I remember more
Of what didn’t happen
Than I do of what did,
Subconscious is subversive,
Conscious does not always question.
Stop. Start.
Lay down.
We are the truth of our lies,
We lay lie between what we believe
And what we know to be reality.
Stop. Start.
Throw out.
We are clothes cut and cluttered,
We have forgotten to be sustainable,
To be recyclable,
We have been pressured into polyester.
Start. Stop.
Repeat.
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.
Stop. Start.
Rely.
Repeat.
All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly
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