blue – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

SHADES OF BLUE, the 1ST Video Poem from EAT THE STORMS

My debut poetry collection Eat the Storms will be launched 17.09.20. You can purchase signed copies here in the Book Shop, shortly, but while you are waiting, here is the 1st video poem from the book, Shades of Blue… All words, videos and images by Damien B Donnelly

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DON’T COME TO TAME THE CAT

Red sun burns below a blue moon and the tiger rips through trees to escape the cat. Sometimes small things need to be as sharp as an icicle even when the sun comes to burn red beneath blue moons while she sings of those crazy cries of Havana’s love. She sang of Paris once […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY ON THURSDAY

All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly, except for one.

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WHEN WHITE FALLS BLUE

Snow falls and the darkness drowns in silence, a hush from the heavens falling, so slowly, even crystals cry. Are these the tears of angels weeping who’ve watched us, falling, like this slow snow, like their tears, trembling? Snow falls and there’s a stillness and still all this silence between us. Bruises covered in […]

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THE THAW

Blue is the breath, blue is the earth, morning, early, the sky a clean canvas of white and the earth; blue, a bed of frozen blues born from dawn’s breath, a blanket of freshly fallen slow snow, trembling along the hairs of the land, caught in the calm before the crunch, before the footprints […]

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BOOKENDS; BOY SO BLUE

Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpeted concerns of the […]

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A SLIP AWAY FROM BLUE

Eyes a slip of grey from blue in a city not known as home, on a mountainside to shelter a temple, she is as welcome as the wind is warm, she was there before us and we were caught before we knew it. She carves life, carefully, like the Buddha etched into stone, the […]

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BOY SO BLUE

Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through your thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpet caressed by […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY CAPTURED BY THE COAST, DUBLIN, IRELAND

All photographs by Damien B Donnelly

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A FISH CAUGHT ON THE CURVE OF THE MOON

Love is a red Russian rose on the run, a bouquet to brush the blues from their burdens. Hope is his hand on her head in the night, taking flight as that blue bird darkens. But her moon was in Pisces and she was said to be expunged by her sensitive soul but in […]