SOUTH KOREA, 2019…
All photographs by Damien B Donnelly
bridges
BITTER BRIDGES
Clouds cross the skies and trains cross countries
while we cross each other only at jagged junctions
and obstinate intersections, cluttered with catastrophes
or below bitter bridges that bridge no boundaries,
basked only in blackness, always shadow, never light,
always almost, never right here, right now, right moment,
while clouds still cross skies and trains still trail onwards,
while distance is never denied to those on the right track.
All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly
This is a re-post
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY
Distractions (pauses for breath) along my running route…
All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
UNDER THE BRIDGES
We build bridges to cross trenches;
trouble, treachery, tyranny,
to cut across life’s inconveniences;
cuts and cries and crisis,
we cross bridges to build beliefs;
I will, I wish, I want,
discarding ties and loves deceased;
I lost, I left, I let go,
holding out for a life that’s better;
bolder, bigger, brighter,
hoping now for love that’s righter;
safer, surer, stronger.
I want to wade into the water,
want the waves to push me harder,
I want to catch the crush of the current,
to fight to find the will, the warrant,
to comprehend the deepest parts,
the push, the pull, the hurt, the hearts,
to understand the fuss, the force,
to know how the river finds it course.
Darker, steeper, deeper,
the longing to linger longer.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
4TH JULY: NO MAN IS AN ISLAND
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:
BITTER BRIDGES
Clouds cross the skies
and trains cross countries
while we cross each other
only at jagged junctions
and obstinate intersections,
cluttered with catastrophes
or below bitter bridges
that bridge no boundaries,
basked only in blackness
always shadow, never light,
always almost, never right
here, right now, right moment,
while clouds still cross skies
and trains still trail onwards,
distance never denied to those
on the right track.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Photograph taken from a moving train somewhere outside of Lisbon, Portugal.
RISEN
I cross bridges blindfolded
not afraid of the heights
I could fall from
but aware of the ocean
of emptiness
I have risen from.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Photograph taken in Södermalm, Stockholm, Sweden
Damien B. Donnelly 