Acceptance – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

DIFFERENCES

Nature is not alike; red reigns over green, browns bend to blend and lilac leans, perfect petals poised over tiny tufts, trembling, buds unfold from stretching stars. Nature is not alike. Humanity could be harmonious if we delighted in our differences with dignity. Nature is not alike. Why should we be? All […]

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IN MOTHER’S GARDEN

Mother, the path has been puzzling and there are patterns now, penetrating patterns once thought impossible, entwined around veins, like vines that vie for vittles’ on walls already wavering, on buildings bare as if each brick banished is a breath broken, Mother, I carry more now than before but fragments have flown, not yet […]

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THE CHILD INSIDE THE MAN, day 27 of A Month with Yeats

It’s day 27 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats which means all of us who’ve taken part in this fantastic poetry challenge have created 27 new poems inspired by Ireland’s greatest poet. Today’s quote is: ‘Once more the storm is howling, and half hid under this cradle-hood and coverlid my child sleeps on.’ […]

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OVERTAKING

Today is the 2nd year anniversary of part 2 of my life in Paris. I moved here on July 17th 2015. I first moved here form Dublin when I was 22. At that point I knew as little about anyone in this city or the city itself as I did about myself. Two years later […]

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DAWN CHORUS

I wonder did Brontosaurus give as much thought to the dawn chorus as we do or was he happy merely surviving, not constantly deriving illusions to fulfill our own delusions of grandeur. All words and photograph by Damien B. Donnelly Based on a Twitter poetry prompt from #ShapePoetry

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 17; THE OTHER SIDE

What is life but a book to read from both sides, from either end, from all there is to see here below the constant clouds of consideration and from far on high where the clouds are carpet and the stars are as close to perfection as we can get, for midway through this meander […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BROKEN, PART 2; SHEDDING

When all the fuss has faded like guilt that glides from gloss, when I’ve pulled back the hair, when I’ve crept from the clothes, when my flesh is all that you see and there is nothing left to hide the parts of me I never wanted to be, Will you…? Will I…? When my […]