WORDLESS WEDNESDAY TRUNKS TELL TALES

I wonder, as with love and hate,which came first- bark almost buried blindor the sweet lie of this lichen grown over as if you where the breath to its lung,the furrow to its field, the ground to its grass, the remnants of its final stand. All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly

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PAUSE AND POISE

  Running through time, through time that can never be tempered, through twisting trees and projected paths, projecting thoughts yet to be pondered, through mornings unfolding while seasons fall to winter and wither for a while all around me, crisp carpets crinkle with what was once light and leafy but are now scattered sprinkles of […]

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Translucent Changes

I am surrounded by change,  greens going brown,  burning into translucency, visible into invisible  as leaves leave branches to flitter and float in the air turning, twisting,  changing, change,  change they say,  change they whisper, transform, turn too, in turn, turn out, I was stuck once, in a position,  positioned between the seams,  sewn into […]

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QUESTIONS FOR THE NIGHT

The trees have lost their branches, Their leaves long since took flight, Barren, bare and lifeless they stand As the mist engulfs the night. The playground hauntingly sits alone, Where have your petals gone? You are the seed upon which they can grow, Oh, where have your petals gone? Pools of water lying still on […]

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