humanity – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

CLOUD’S ILLUSIONS

Gardens grow, trees get taller, clouds gather. I see you in the movement, in the air that rushes past time turning, in the scent of sweetened summer now swept into corners now shaded. Clouds gather, trees get taller, gardens grow smaller. Eden is an illusion lost. All words and photographs by Damien […]

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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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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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THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

We were meant to be nothing more than the compliment to you, calm and considerate not the conqueror; covetous and carnal. We were meant to be nothing more than the guardian of you; grateful and gracious not just gluttony grounded in greed. We were meant to be nothing more than the homemaker in you; […]

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SUMMER’S STORM

Heaven’s howling! Summer forsaken, storms converge, heaven’s howling! We have flittered too long fowling; nature forsaken, gods now purge our wasted ways, our sloth, our splurge, heaven’s howling! All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost.

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DIFFERENCES

Nature is not alike; red reigns over green, browns bend to blend and lilac leans, perfect petals poised over tiny tufts, trembling, buds unfold from stretching stars. Nature is not alike. Humanity could be harmonious if we delighted in our differences with dignity. Nature is not alike. Why should we be? All […]

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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, […]