JONI MITCHELL – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

DON’T COME TO TAME THE CAT

Red sun burns below a blue moon and the tiger rips through trees to escape the cat. Sometimes small things need to be as sharp as an icicle even when the sun comes to burn red beneath blue moons while she sings of those crazy cries of Havana’s love. She sang of Paris once […]

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THE DRAGON SLAYER OF DOOLIN, HIKES AND HAIKU

The Dragon Slayer in Doolin Brown cow seeks shelter Such weight under so much rock Hush, soft comes the sea My past is not buried beneath all that rock and weed like I first witnessed. My past has become moss and mould that has made more of these monstrous walls than I first saw. […]

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BOOKENDS; EVEN IN THE FINAL FALL THERE CAN STILL BE A SPARKLE

I sit in between streets, in between ageing and learning, learning to forget and trying to remember, eating time before it’s cleared away as people pass, some looking and leaning, some desiring to linger, longer, not knowing I’m soon to be going, not noting I’ve been removed from the menu, replaced in his city […]

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BOOKENDS; GOLDEN GREENS IN THE GARDEN OF GREEDY YOUTH

In days now distant, we were one floor up, apartment dwellers whose viewless windows revealed to us more than the darkness that tried to appeal to us. Tambourine Therese tapped her tunes of truths not yet tasted, tumble leaves freshly fallen from the trees in the apple orchard of golden greens begging to be […]

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BOOKENDS; BOY SO BLUE

Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpeted concerns of the […]

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GONE, THE GARDEN

Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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POTTERS ON THE ROAD

I am free in the morning, in this morning town, waking, slipping from slumber like skin from sheets, like wings above clouds conquering concerns that come a calling and I am falling upwards, falling in love with light can feel it sparkling, even at day break, even when days break, falling for all that […]