There is beauty
and there is decay,
they are gardeners of the same plot,
seeking sustenance from the same sun,
shade from the same soil,
one awaits the wonder of the weather,
the other;
weathered by her ticking thunder.

There is beauty
and there is decay,
they are inseparable,
one holding fast to its height,
the other;
falling fast through its fragility

and in between
their entanglements
is left life
until that, one day, leaves.

All words and photography by Damien B. Donnelly

6 thoughts on “ENTANGLEMENTS

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thank Jane, I’m glad you noticed, I was looking for words that were opposites like to be left and to leave, to weather and to be weathered, hold fast and fall fast.

  1. exploringcolour

    Being a person who enjoys gardens and the outdoors I was really taken with the ideas in this poem, the relationship between beauty and decay.. you’ve taken such an interesting perspective! And you’ve also been playing with words at the same time, clever and fun! Thanks for a great read Dami 🙂

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thank you Liz, I love right next to the beautiful cemetery Père Lachaise and am often inside for a wander as if feels more like a peaceful park than place of mourning and it is indeed blooming with both nature and decay, each a compliment to the other, an opposite of sorts but somehow less different, less harsh more understanding how each works. 🤗☘️

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