Here in parks in Paris, France, I potter
through a past so old and cold
that it cannot be parted, we cannot
easily outrun our own ruins while Cali
beckons me with her rock and roll band;
those make-me-feel-good brothers
and sisters since seduced back
to their former States and somewhere,
in between, the loneliness lingers;
the hazy clouds of craziness I have crossed
and the curt corners I have yet to console
on this journey through time; today,
in the blinding light of a frozen park
in Paris, France and tomorrow beyond
the clouds where Cali is a calling.
In shades of blue, ice cold, I see the breath
collapsing into weighty snowflakes
that makes all movement morose
in this Sunday morning of sunshine
that somehow still shivers skin
on both sides of the ocean, on both sides
of these clouds where I’ve looked at love.
Today, I potter through parts of Paris,
France, that are pressuring, impenetrable
and oh, so pleasurable like cases
of bitter sweetness but tomorrow
I will come to court the hissing
of those Cali lawns that are calling
in a Spring called Palm, waiting
to ignite a spark from a snowflake.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
I am off to Palm Springs tomorrow so see you all in a week
Have a wonderful time Dami!
Thank you! I’m very excited! Old friends back together again, reliving our gang from our Amsterdam days! Big hugs 🤗
BTW, if you have some creative time sometime, I think there’s a poem waiting to be written in the latest photos I’ve posted, taken by Nigel. “Still Standing” and “Drawn to the Light”. If you happen to do one, you’re welcome to use the photo on your blog if you want 🙂 Best wishes!
Oh, a little in flight inspiration, I will be over to check them out! Nigel’s sunset the other day was extraordinary!!!! 👏👏👏
Thank you Dami! Have a GREAT time 🙂
I’m gonna try!!!
I love the way you weave music into your words…have fun! (K)
Thank you so much, hugs from San Francisco 🤗🤗🕺🏻🕺🏻
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair!
Oh lovely, Damien. Have a wonderful time! You’re going to see some folks you dig. . .