SNOW WHITE

  I saw you, one morning, blanketed in white, a speckled canvas of virgin purity, all colour lost out to a simpler shade of simplicity. No more that magnificent mass of contrast and contradiction, just quiet and gentle unencumbered distinction. Distant laughter carried on a breeze swirling round trees caught motionless in time, branches bare […]

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A SEAT BEFORE CREATION

  Silent in her own darkness she takes a place by the canvas of creation and before its stillness she lets the light pour over all that has slipped between the shadows.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost for a week of colourful imagination. Photo of La […]

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CAPTURED ON CANVAS

  Connie was caught by colour in the corner of the castle where curtains collected carnations. Connie was captured courting curious on the canvas of a castle in a kingdom condemned. Connie was caught by the kiss of a courter in the courtyard where calla lilies were cut. Connie missed the caution in the cut […]

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FANTASTIC FLUTTERINGS, COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS

  On dull days when the sun absconds from sky, when grey grinds gloom into gutters and mothers utter ‘stay inside’, children’s minds flutter to unfold like umbrellas opening; colours cascading over concrete clutter like candy to calm a calamity. In the midst of the mundane and the murky, inspiration catches on the canvas of […]

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THE IRISES OF OUR EYES

  Crazed caught on canvas, caught in colour, thought tempered in sweeping strokes, we can be carried away in seas of grass, coral greens awash in the garden, catch the canvas before its fold finds favour in other fields the mind has yet to fathom, we can be crazy. Quick comes the crow upon the […]

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A WHITER SNOW

As the sun still blazes through the shades pulled low, I found this older poem recalling the sentiment of another season… — I saw you, One morning, Blanketed in white- A speckled canvas of virgin purity, All color lost out To a simpler shade of simplicity. No more that magnificent mass Of contrast and contradiction, […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 6; CAUGHT ON CANVAS

  Connie was caught by colour in the corner of the castle where curtains collected carnations, Connie was captured courting curious on the canvas of a castle in a kingdom condemned, Connie was caught by the kiss of a courter in the courtyard where calla lilies were cut, Connie missed the caution in the cut […]

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STARTING OVER

First day, first frost, fragile steps, crisp blanket under foot on grass like glass. Crisp air, slow movements susceptible to change, to ticking time, travelling through like the snow flakes on sturdy shoots above warmer roots Fine day for starting out, finding freshness in the unforeseen, favouring the future on lists that never linger long, […]

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SEASONAL SHIFT

I shift like nature, calling snows To coat me, cover me in a crisp Canvas of change to bathe in, To be reborn in, before I skate away From winds that wither my world. Bone chilled, I can wander off To warmer shores, eager for sun To sooth me, to sink within me In the […]

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BLANK CANVAS

I thought it lonely To be together With so much standing In between, But now, In this solitude, These moments tick Like echoes Of what’s been lost, Like laughter Now fading, Like love Now separating, Like the time shared Now a fragment of another life, Another hold we let go of, Another force to fragile […]

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