COLOUR DANCES LIKE A FLAME OVER CONCRETE

  Colours catch fire over concrete, catch life, catch the laughter that will not linger for as long as this concrete. Measure moments not in length but in weight, weight, don’t wait to catch life; it is cold to be concrete and watch the flames flicker out, to be caressed but never considered consumable. We […]

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HOW MANY LETTERS DOES IT TAKE TO SPELL OUT ENOUGH?

  And as they bit into the apple they lost their right to the garden. Hands are tipped now with guns, now, instead of gold, instead of gloves. Rage is the new ricochet where once it was rock and roll; bullets are the new Beatles. Facebook has alerts, now, to say you’re alive, now, after, […]

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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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CONNECTIONS

Water Silent Stillness Reflection. Connection Make the connection Elements Water Earth Air I can be fire The fire I walk on water I dream I walk on water I see stillness I dream I walk on the stillness of the water I hear the silence I am the silence dreaming of the stillness that walks […]

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ALL THE REST IS BUT ASH, AFTER

  A crimson blaze, a tiny tree, truth can be fragile, beauty can be breathless (does not always need to be burdened by our breath). Branches can be barren, nature can be hurtful but colour conquers concrete. Fragility can take flight, fields can be an ocean of fallen leaves that time will catch and crispen […]

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GRAINS OF SAND BENEATH CERULEAN SKIES

  Faith is fragile, courage is not always conclusive until called, we do not command the waves nor comprehend the clouds. I tell you this sand will be swept into the sea by night fall, this baying breath of cyan neath the stretch of those cerulean skies. This smooth, salt-licked land was forged from fire […]

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WE ARE SEASONS

– Spring sun sweet on skin that still recalls the rain, (it is not just raindrops that fall) drunk is the forest beneath those blood red moons (blind are we to the fires we started). Will you swim through the shadow to beat away these bitter blues? Beauty is a ship of summer symphony, we […]

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