I
build
sentences
in the mind
that had no
existence before,
a platform to ponder
in a place that doesn’t
exist, in truth, until it’s been told.
I move through this Hemeroscopium
like an architect building a house
into a home, unearthing light
to contrast the shadow
my thoughts have
been confined in,
a helix that
spirals out
from within,
that will return
and move on, return
and move on, up towards
that light turning transparent,
sentence into substantial structure,
considerations becoming concrete
clarities that form walls, fold out
into roofs that consider creation
compulsory, stories rising from
basements, tales spinning
off, casting reflections
upon the windows
of this place,
this mind
that watches
the sun rise and set,
time twist and turn, again
and again, the circles, always
the spiralling circles, even in a straight
sentence, even in a slotted surface.
I build spaces to house beds and
beams and bright lights to lie
before this tower of truth
and watch the visions rise
and fall, like the sun, like
the laughter, like life,
like tales, like
sentences
that never stop
while always changing,
an ancient arch now foundation
to modern moment, a true temple
of contemplation in this space holding
space, light and space, shadow and
space, sentence and space, space
between the sofa, space
between the
syntax.
All words and sketches by Damien B. Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
So stunning! I’m caught up in the vision, conceptual design, building and construction of sentences that never stop while always changing.. what a whirl of creative energy! Love the visual rise and fall of the verses AND the beautiful sketch with lovely colours! This creation of yours exudes a wild and free exuberance that draws me in and draws me out.. you’ve drawn deep from your wells of inspiration and the result is immensely satisfying. Well done Dami! Big Hugs from Lix 🙂 ps. I’ve embranced this one closely along with my other favourite poem of yours
Ah, i am so glad you liked this one. I really enjoyed working and then making the sketch for this poem. I love architecture and poetry has a similar approach; a delicate balance between space and structure, foundation and fancy, carefully constructed and causally creative. Thank you so much Liz for your kind words, I so appreciate them and am beaming now with smiles 🤗🤗
I’m laughing with joy.. glad you’re beaming and thanks so much for the words you share 🙂 🙂
We are indeed construction our own cities of words that exist only where and how we create them. Wonderful movement and form–you know I love spirals and circles. (K)
Well those spirals and circles are addictive in their rising and turning and returning. Thank you Kerfe 🤗