I was silent once amid the noise, stumbling through smothering,
a bare canvas cradling nothing in arms that had promised everything.
I circled the globe once to find that home was just a word,
a word that makes a memory to plot a beginning,
not weighted but weightless.
I am, like you all, no more than a burnt-out, used-to-be, fading star,
somehow sparkling in front of you though my future has already faded
somewhere light years away.
As I hurtle through this voyage, my eyes fall sleepy, looking for rest,
looking, always, for the rest of me.
I am the sparrow, lost to its nest, forever flying in circles, catching
your scent on every other breeze with the hope it will, one day,
fly me home on your courant d’air.
For all that I have become, it is because of all you’ve shown me,
for all that I lack, it is everything I left in our bed.
Sleep softly on it.
All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly
This month is about looking back at my life in Paris in order to say goodbye and this poem is a collage of a group of poems I wrote just after i left Paris, the first time, in 1999.
3 thoughts on “BOOKENDS; STUMBLING THROUGH THE DREAM, WIDE AWAKE”
There’s so much to like in this poem. The circles and the sparrows for me, I think.
Thank you Jane. I am partial to those sparrows too ☺️
I wish there were more of them. Their numbers have plummeted too.