LONG DAYS

  Beauty bays in the back gardens of concrete we’ve created, simplicity shouting from the shadows of cites under siege, precious petals pulsing with potential, lines of light longing add contrast to contour, like age adds interest. Long days, lonely, waiting to be witnessed by more than just the falling rain… We all are beauty, […]

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NO COMPARISON

  And they say that man is master and should marvel at all he can make but there’s no mistaking the meaning of majesty when the seas and heavens shake.    All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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GOLDEN HARMONIES

  Sight sees, on Sundays, beds of bowing sunflowers, bowing in beauty, not weeping from weary, caught under careful clouds; to comfort, not to crush, sweet simplicity in growing gardens, growing gold, going on, going green. Sight sees, on Sundays, harmony reigning majestically.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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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.   […]

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TO LINGER, LONGER, MAYBE

  Like a whisper tissue is painted with purpose, silk spun from crisp cuts, white scented with sapphire parading into Prussian (fragile of frame and filigree), like a thought an image opens, a petal unfolding, shades seep into substance as the edges fade (how quickly we fall to forgetful) light, liquid, linger, a little longer. […]

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BALLOON

Balloon, the balloon, see the balloon… see thoughts float through space, meander through the mind, wild thoughts, drifting thoughts, black thoughts, orange thoughts, thoughts arriving unannounced, uninvited, unaware of the current climate, thoughts that rise like balloons on silent streets on sleepy Sundays in the suburbs to shock and surprise (though if no one ever […]

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WHITE STARLIGHT

  White starlight, light and lucent, springs from the ailing earth, in quite corners of tended borders so fine and fair, fragility unfolding precious petals, perhaps to soften the edges of darker days that have set shadows upon so many sunsets. White starlight cradles beauty, a bold beacon blooming amid these burdens that bind us […]

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