Sunday Sharing continues
with this poem of love, loss and acceptance
from Kosmogonic aka Frank Samuels
Sunday Sharing continues
with this poem of love, loss and acceptance
from Kosmogonic aka Frank Samuels
Sunday Sharing continues
with this poem from Keith Garrett
on melancholia and what remains in the memory…
Sunday Sharing is here
and, as this weary world needs a little peace and harmony,
I’m starting with this beautiful poem
from Peter Notehelfer
‘On Harmony’
from his site
Gathering Stones Strung on Threads;
Tides are treacherous
and sea strips sand from our shore,
man must learn to fly
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly.
As the soul departs
on the last breath,
we,
with breath in bounty,
break
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
I have crossed many oceans and have known
few limits, I have travelled many roads
and have folded my favourites into pockets
of time, stored in a hundred boxes, marked
with a thousand names who have touched me,
sealed with a hundred souls who have moved me,
taped with a dozen men who may have loved me.
I have travelled many roads and I have packed
many boxes, I have folded so much of time,
and lost too many friends, but memories
cannot be stored in boxes and time cannot
be held in pockets, roads are only the beginning
and friends are never truly lost. Home is not
housed in bricks and mortar, home is like the ocean;
it knows no limits if the water is willing.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Is love letting go or leaning on or leading on
Is love like a salmon swimming upstream, struggling against the tide, against the current,
against all nature
Is love like a room you redecorate on rotate, layers of new prints over old paper, frail and fragile and fading in corners too complicated to remove the clutter, long since left, from other lovers now departed
Is love like the copious copies of masterworks, artworks we hang in hallways far from any real light so as not to intimidate real life
Is love as subtle as the smile stroked on canvas across her face, impossible to trace if she is leaning towards love or lingering in loss
Is love like the riverbed, caressed and corrosive concurrently, currently leading towards lust or something that might last longer, that might run deeper than an ocean
Is love virtue or vulture?
All words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Photograph taken in Aldeburgh, England by the Benjamin Britten tribute sculpture
Audio Version available on Soundcloud:
https://soundcloud.com/damien-donnelly-2/virtue-or-vulture
In the uncertainty
between the darkness
and the dawn
there is the gentle dream
of what might
one day
unfold,
in the wings
of the new born bird,
with feathers still unfurling,
there is the fear
of that first flight
still to be flown,
in the page
that rests before me
there is a story
begging to be told
between the weaving
of words
I’ve yet to find,
in the first kiss
I place on your lips
you may taste
the real truth
of why
one day
I’ll have to
let you go,
in every house
not yet a home
there are walls
newly mounted
waiting for memories
to fill in
the cracks
already forming,
in the taxi
we took together
to somewhere
since forgotten
I held your hand
and thought
of someone else
long departed,
in the woman,
not yet a mother,
breathes the ties
already tethered
to the child
she’s yet to bare,
in the waters
broken with new birth,
in the air
that echoes our secrets,
in the fire
that drives our desires,
on this earth
that we tear through in taxis
there are songs
we’ve never heard
we’ve never known
we’ve not yet rejected
still waiting to be sung.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Photograph taken in Tarragona Zoo, over looking Sydney Harbour, Sydney, NSW.
Audio version available on SoundCloud:
https://soundcloud.com/damien-donnelly-2/elements
New Reading just arrived:

Today I bought two new books from Amazon:
The first is a new novel from Jane Doughtery, entitled The Pathfinders, Abomination, who you will recognise from http://www.janedougherty.wordpress.com and if you don’t recognise her then go check out her work, go on, move it…
And the second is a poetry book from Christina Strigas entitled Your Ink on my Soul who can be found at http://www.christinastrigas.com so after you’re finished looking at Jane’s site, move directly on to Christina’s and no dilly dallying…
Okay, time for me to read them…
Catch you all later X
It may feel like winter in Paris and I may be rubbing Vicks into my chest while my nose runs like a tap from a so-called Summer (Man)Flu but these pictures recall a perfect summer when a Dutch girl and an Irish man cycled to Brooklyn and took the circle line under the bridges of New York City. We also met Winnie the Pooh in the Library! Happy 4th of July to all the Americans out there (except for Mr.Trump)
Bridges remind us that no man is an island…











All Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Winnie the Pooh (the Original) also says Happy 4th July
(he lives in the New York Public Library)
Below is the Dutch girl and the Irish boy driving through the library:
Poems, Poetry, Poets
Some lays of the Fianna, translated from the Irish by Annraoi de Paor with illustrations by Tim Halpin
A small press
The Things That Are In My Head.
Stay Bloody Poetic
Author of 'Sent, 'Fall', 'Unmuted' and 'Saudade'
home of the elusive trope
Fantasy Author
Words about pictures by Michael Scandling
Writing, Poetry & Creativity | Angela T Carr, Dublin, Ireland
Kay McKenzie Cooke Website & Blog
My journey through photography
landscape and change
My poetry is my religion.
Colouring Outside The Lines
Expressing moments of Inspiration within a cozy setting
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Ps 147:3
Art • Nature • Exploration
Peter Hillman's Photographic Exploration of South Staffordshire and Beyond (2026)
Poetry inspired by ethereal feelings, life events and personal philosophy.
A Journal of Brief Literature
Film, Music, and Television Critic
Writer
Art and Lifestyle by Brandon Knoll
New Zealand
French magazine - art & visual culture
A palette of general thoughts & travel stories from all around the world
Jack Bennett
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
a writing space curated by José Angel Araguz
Thoughts and Perspectives From the Mind of a Common Girl
Cooking with imagination