MUSEE MARMOTTAN MONET…
The Monet Collection…
Mondrain exhibition…
Gerard Fromanger exhibition…
All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Beauty
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY ON SATURDAY, PICTURING PARIS, UNDER THE CEILINGS
Journee du Patrimoine (European Days of Heritage)
(BnF) Bibliotheque nationale de France, Richelieu…
Banque de France
Banque de France, Le Jardin
Banque de France, Espace Or
Banque de France, La Galerie Doree, the Gold Gallery
Academie Nationale de Medicine
Gallerie Vivienne
Passage Vivienne
All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
FROM AFAR
In Space
is the silence so sacred
that stillness is a solace
to the spinning?
Are star lights
like dainty daisies that illuminate the night?
Is the earth
but a beacon of beauty
when viewed from afar,
so far that you cannot hear
Man and his kind
screaming?
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
This is a repost for a week of Stars and Moon
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY, PICTURING PARIS
Journée du patrimoine 2019 (European days of Heritage)
Saturday morning at: École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux Arts de Paris…
Chapelle des Petits-Augustins…
Cour de Murier…
Cour Vitree…
Amphitheatre d’Honneur
Bibliotheque…
All photographs by Damien B Donnelly
LONG DAYS
Beauty bays
in the back gardens
of concrete
we’ve created,
simplicity shouting
from the shadows
of cites under siege,
precious petals
pulsing with potential,
lines of light longing
add contrast to contour,
like age adds interest.
Long days, lonely,
waiting to be witnessed
by more than just
the falling rain…
We all are beauty,
bending to the light,
bursting to be seen.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
This is a repost.
NO COMPARISON
And they say that man
is master and should marvel
at all he can make
but there’s no mistaking
the meaning of majesty
when the seas and heavens
shake.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
We were meant to be nothing more
than the compliment to you,
calm and considerate
not the conqueror;
covetous and carnal.
We were meant to be nothing more
than the guardian of you;
grateful and gracious
not just gluttony
grounded in greed.
We were meant to be nothing more
than the homemaker in you;
humble and harmonious,
not all harmful,
hungry and hoggish.
We were meant to see the beauty
and not become the beast.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
This is a repost
GOLDEN HARMONIES
Sight sees,
on Sundays,
beds of bowing
sunflowers, bowing
in beauty, not weeping
from weary, caught under
careful clouds; to comfort, not
to crush, sweet simplicity in growing
gardens, growing gold, going on, going green.
Sight sees, on Sundays, harmony reigning majestically.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
SONG OF THE SEASON
Come behold nature;
this beautiful blossom,
breathe the berry,
warm wind on the daffodil,
Eden’s sweet sanctuary,
bloom beneath a blanket of peace,
a murmur through the mountain vine,
prairie bright with ancient rain,
thrive seed through sacred stone,
He sees a song in every season,
gentle garden, wild wind,
listen, live, love.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
This is a repost
BURNING BEAUTY
I lay me down neath the constellation
as soul seeks shade from observation,
this sky full of stars my sweet salvation
though tumbling towards obliteration;
how beauty blazes before cremation.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
This is a repost. Photograph is Chagall ceiling at Opera Garnier, Paris
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