humanity – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

IF ONLY

We are land birds, bound birds, we have made homes in twisted trees growing hallow, growing hard. We are land birds, ground birds, we have been deluded by illusions growing careless, growing cold. We are land birds, drowned birds, in a dying desert growing doubtful, going dry. If only we had been sea birds, […]

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THE BLACK OF NIGHT

See, he says to the child by his side, see how the water rises. Wait, he says to the child by his side, to see how life surprises. Dark, he says, is the black of night, the stars too far to enlighten. But day, he says to the child in his wake, brings a […]

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GREEN GARDEN

Behold the delicate daffodil, spirited squirrel, moist moss of early morning in green garden, towering tree thriving through winter, the peace that dawns with the dust, the blue sky afloat on still water, absorbing, reflecting, meditating, the simple root the river runs, the rustle of the red rose tipped with thorns, the flowering […]

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MEDITATION UNDER THE YELLOW SUN

I wanted to draw the sound of the moon on a sun-drenched beach stripped down to white sand, white wave, white skin starved for affection. I wanted to draw the silent sound of that moon as the chaos of the current crashed down on the crowds clawing at each other for a moment below […]

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RUBY RED

We walk on berry bushes, capture lies in jam jars, rich ruby reds to dapple sweetness over the bitter truth. We walk on clear waters fishing through sieves for reflections of who we were before we drowned the earth dry. We walk on land but turn towards the clouds, trying to draw conclusions from […]

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RESILIENT

Dry earth, its sharp teeth tear through trunks, spines spindle around nature’s tenacity; this rugged rage of rocks that have rolled, boulders are the big bands here spotlight of sandy sun bolts and center stage dawns of desert dust. Dry earth, cutting clouds like carefree-cotton fall apart amid the peak-like pinnacles that places people […]

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THE BREAKING OF THE BLUE

Tall is the man willing to rise before the break of day beneath the blanket blackness and tip toe into the still untempered tide blindly, current cast as yet unclear, and trust in time to lean in with light. We can be cold creatures staking our claim with breath of blue into our ever-shortening […]