WHISPERED WORDS

05/04/201625/01/2018 / deuxiemepeau / 11 Comments

Last night
you came calling
like a song
to soften the shadows
and found me
slipping in
between the silence
and the slumber.
Last night
you came calling
softly
with your whispering words
that filled the longing
soft words that settled
upon my bed
like a blanket to sooth me.
Last night
in the sweetened stillness
you bent down
from above
from far away
from somewhere beyond the silence
and beckoned me closer
with your wisdom
whispering words
softly
like stars in the darkness
like hope in the loneliness
welcome words whispered
which fell from your lips
and moved amid minds
warm words that rested
softly
in between worlds
of sleep and seclusion
that found my ears
that soothed my shoulders
that caressed my chest
like a breeze
like a beautiful breeze
like a beautiful summer breeze
that lets you breath
that finally enables you
to breath

Last night
you whispered
from a world away
and I awoke all the lighter
as the night gave way to day.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Click on the link below to hear the audio recording on SoundCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/damien-donnelly-2/whispered-words

UNDER LEAF IN THE GARDEN

06/03/201625/01/2018 / deuxiemepeau / Leave a comment

Here in this garden
beneath the trunks of trees, towering;
like funnels stretched to sun, suckling,
under a lid of leaves,
little leaves, light leaves,
the leaves of grass,
precious petals procure colour,
caresses of colour bursting bright
as if tempered by a tenuous touch,
like tears on the angel’s cheek at night
no longer seen, no longer heard,
colour, crawling through the chaos,
fragile flickers of faith
falling under footsteps.

I hear the heavens wail as you walk,
walls falling under flattening feet
as what was light and life
returns to soil,
fowled and foiled from strife.

We are all petals in the garden,
in this garden of greed and glory,
looking for a leaf to live under,
as we unfold the shrouds of our story,
ravenous to raise our arms to the sunlight,
striving to be seen in bolts of colour, bright,
breathtaking colour,
brilliant colour,
before we fall under foot
and return, once again,
to the waste and the worms
already twisting and turning,
already sensing our scent,
so confident they are
to conquer our carcasses
when our dreams are done
and our names carved into cement.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

THE RISE AND FALL OF HE

24/09/201525/01/2018 / deuxiemepeau / Leave a comment

He is forward flying,
A novice to noise
And nuances
Of staggering streets
Unknown and numerous,
Honed to the humming
From the surge and speed
Of manoeuvres he can
Meddle through
Mingle through
Move through

He is a nubile note,
A minor chord
In a major movement,
Braced for a rebirth
By foreign fingers
Forging him finally
Into a signature
Of sonic structure,
A rhythm and rhyme,
A tune to tingle
And temper him
And a chorus to call
And encourage him

He is a leaning leaf
Balanced on the brow
Of a branch, braced
For worthy winds
Of foreign fields
To find him, float him,
Carry him to clouds
And dive down deep
Forever after
Into the chaos
And cacophony
Of life and it’s longing
And the lust among the living

He is made of math,
The sum of every smile,
The addition and attrition
Of a world of worries,
The multiplication
Of a multitude of thoughts
Mixed and mumbled
And the subtraction
Of scars and fears,
He is the solution in full
The joy and the tears

He is the beating body
Of festering flesh,
Tasting and tasted,
Touched and taken,
He is the brittle bone
Stretched over skin
And the shroud of skin
Bound to the bone,
He is whole,
Wholesome,
And hungry,
Growing, groaning, gaining,
Rotting, renewing reigning

He is the devil
In the darkness,
He is luminous
In the light,
He is the form
Finding features
In the forces
In between
The growing greys
And the shifting shades,
He is the something still unshaped,
He is the someone still unseen

He is forged of fire,
Flames flickering
In front of him
Fierce and unfailing
As the particled past
Blazes behind him
The life already lived
Echoing all that will finally fall
A hundred years from now
A forgetful fading
Of all he wanted to become
And all he managed to be,
Everything remembered
At once as the light descends
On the rise and fall of he.