Poetry

TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 4, OTHER ROOMS

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And so
another door
finds its hinges turning to a close
(you choose, you enter, you stay, you leave),
tides twist
and then return
as another summer
finds winter whistling on the arms
of outstretched autumn
(rains fall, flowers grow, sun shines, rain returns)
and I wonder
what is left
within the rooms
I’m leaving, in the corners once
caressed and now cast off, and in the veins
that entwine themselves around the body that houses me,
that pulsed through this home
that once held me
and I wonder
what is left
of the summer heat
now burnt onto skin since soothed
by solutions and sweaters and the summer nights
that promised no end but, like life, like this house, like all this
which was once home,
has now been paid for
and packed away
and prepped
for someone else
to put their mark on
while I ponder the patterns
now a part of this person, frequently familiar
and sometimes a stranger, that is me.

 

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 3; IN WAVES

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And we kissed
and I took you in, in waves;
your breath, your body,
the smoothness of your skin,
the ease with which
my hands slipped
from thigh to burning heat,
lower, deeper,
aching for exploration
and my hunger rose
and I took a breath
and all that you are flooded me
with nothing but a longing
for more and more
of more.

 

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 2; DRAWN TO THE DEEP

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In sweeping sprays
the ceaseless sea
is savage to the shore;

bound and breathless,
always and evermore.

Living life on lucent lines
that linger on longing
but are lulled by the lullaby;

that constant cord caressing
the circle ever spinning by.

Ardent amoureux are we all,
ever eager to be eaten
and drawn to devotion,

never quite knowing
if we are the sea;

devouring

or the shore;

devoured by the desires
of our own creation.

 

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 1; AND SO WE BEGIN

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And so we begin; the light freshly falling
on newfound flesh, clouds breaking over
a sea breeze gliding in over giddy grass,
a giggle in its thrill, bright bodies bending
lending limbs to longing, every touch
a tiny tickle as naked truths twist and turn;
turn on, turn hot while hands draw hope
as we grope the layers, as we undress
a barrage of barriers now newly broken
on the floor by the bed with less room
but more comfort to caress, cum and cuddle,
each to the other a curious new creature,
new waves washing along the other; under,
over, into as we dare each other to dive
deeper, each breath a new scent to sink
below, a salty seduction, a sweeter sweatiness
like salt that settles in the afterglow
on the shore of this new light, bright
is the beginning, I want to say more,
but no, linger only in this fair light,
rare light, rare is the time for this light
that time will not spare, take time to taste
the temperature, between thighs we tumble,
between each pause we laugh lightly,
pulses pressing into parts pulsing, we learn
how far we can push, how deep we can dive
down, I rise up to speak again, but no,
not yet, be still, let us feel, let us feel
how much we can open up below
the light, this new light, just beginning.

 

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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A HOME FOR HOPE

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There is a gentle light shining
in this place not yet home,
pouring hope into a hold
beginning to pull on my grip.

There is a light, a subtle light
adding a lightness to all
that is weighing; the furniture,
the fittings, the fitting into a city
that has not changed
during my absence while I
have not stopped,
a city often angry
as I search for a place
of solitude amid all that leans
towards arrogance, of comfort
to come in from the chaos
and the clutter and the claws
clutching at scraps in the cold
corners the commenters
are unconcerned with.

Tonight, there is a gentle light
to lay under and dream
of what will go where
in this house soon to be a home.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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COMFORT IN THE CARDS

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Behind the fanfare we fan the light
to make our way through another day
to night. Behind the fuss we muddle
through movement on route to contentment
caught in quiet corners of unconsciousness,
like that word on the tip of the tongue
we can’t quite pronounce.

On terra-cotta tiles I turn through cards
of comfort from days now distant,
wishes signed with love from names
I can no longer call in this light,
in this life. Far from the fanfare,
far from the fuss, you are all still
somehow a part of each movement
I make, distant stars now that once
held dreams, that once signed cards
of greetings, never thinking how much
one day, beyond the fuss, they would mean.

All words and photograph by Damien B. Donnelly

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IN THE MOMENT

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Today
we are together,

timeless

in this singular moment

of forever.

We are limitless;

soul entwined in hope,
hope entwined in love.

Today we are together.

Tomorrow is for fools to fret over.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. The Kiss Sculpture by Rodin.

Inspired by a Twitter poetry prompt from #DimpleVerse

TIME IS FLEETING

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Time is fleeting.
See it slipping through hands
eager to clasp all that cannot be caught.
Time is fleeting
but this is not always tragic
for we are traffic motoring along
the carriage way in search
of contentment in accompanying cars,
meandering towards the midway
and making out with the magic
that caresses the quiet corners
of our day while all the time
time flitters forward.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Inspired by a Twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver

FORGIVENESS

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If you
are forgiving
to my omission
of carving your name
eternal upon my flesh

then I will
be forgetful
to the distance
you divined to draw
your own deceits upon skin

that wasn’t mine

as I forget you completely.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

AFTERGLOW

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Hunger harbours its hold
like a boat
bent on the scent of the sea
and we are bound
to the pull of its freedom,
its current crushing all caution
as we fall folly to its friction
on bended knee in benediction,
on beds of bodies bare and breathless,
tongues tempted towards taste,
buoyant on the bounce,
fast to the flesh, I want you,
you feel me, I will leave you
famished for nothing but more
and more and more, as I walk away,
still parched, still famished,
but never foolish
enough to linger longer
than the afterglow.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly