IN OR OUT

 

Lilium lancifolium lies back
in a bed we repositioned
last spring under the scorch
of today’s mid-afternoon melt.

In a slow movement that set her
into structure, before the dawn woke
the rest of us, she assumes a position
to demonstrate the perfect pliancy
of her freckled petals and pushes
everything out to be eaten.

Next to her majesty, in the sluggish
shade of a white pot on the worm-
twisting soil, succulents seal in
all they will ever need to survive.

Somewhere in between I, myself,
am planted with all that I hold vital
willingly caged within these ribs
not even I can open while my fears

sway like stamen from this skin
as I pray for the wind to soon
introduce them all to flight.

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All words and photos 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

STILL NIGHT

 

Still night,

still light
in corners
not yet caressed
by shadows,

in thoughts
not yet crushed
by dreams

that will never
see the light,

that stilled light
that lingers

beneath
the stillness
of the night.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

DELICATE THINGS

 

There are violets
in lullabies
caressing windows
where once
only sleeping notes lay

There are songs
in springtime
seducing summer
in gardens
where all colour was grey

There are violets
awaking
on walls now a witness
to the orchestra
of nature at play.

There are violets
on strings,
on sweet subtle strings,
simplicity reassured
in the delicate things.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly