BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.18, NAPOWRIMO

  There are walls we have to build, both boundaries and barricades,  others we have to climb and then that wall, cemented into corners that cannot be cleared, when two worlds  held hands over the cracks  we were happy to overlook. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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MOTHERS CHILD

We are carved and we are cared for, Cuddled and coddled all our lives, But we are, will always remain A mother’s creation, the love And labour of the hands That first held us. I see you In me, in the minutes so simple, In the moments so precious, Sometimes so predictable, Other times obscure. […]

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FRAGILE BEAUTY

Fragile beauty Caught in the garden, Flickerings of ruby red Tenderly unraveling From garlands of green Amid a day Named ordinary. It is the fairest pleasure, The simplest suggestion of perfection, Nature unearthing itself Onto the world And yet It is the easiest To crush- A cry of crimson Carelessly caught In the chaos Of […]

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Hands

With my hands, I create something from nothing. With my hands, I reach out and touch you. With my hands, I find my way through the darkness And, if needed, wipe away the tears. In the light, They shade my eyes so I can see what lies ahead. In our love, They are the touch […]

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Italian Thoughts

  You washed over me today- Darkest hair, hazel of eyes And that lower luscious lip- As I retraced those steps From a lifetime ago And found myself Lost again- Like all those years ago- When I’d first fallen Upon this Sea of a City, Back when your heart Had begun to feel More like […]

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