WHAT LIES IN THE VALLEY

  Truth, lies, tall tales spread across the canyon of our sighs. My hope, your hurt, my side, your silence, nothing is distinguishable in this void, I cannot even identity any let up from the winter of this valley where the wind winds its way around the silent subtleties of how you express your hurt […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 14, NAPOWRIMO

  I hear you crying from the runway, as you tried to run away, I was already off  a fold on the wings of flying while you sat there, waiting and crying, wishing colour was no more than a past  you could turn from. I hear you crying  above these clouds  I am trying to […]

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HOOKED

  Time washes onwards but I recall each wave I welcomed over body like a cover of comfort like a blanket of trust, a surrender to the water warm, deep breath and dive without drowning, I recall each wave but forget how far it swept from the shore,   how it left each time with […]

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WHEN WHITE FALLS BLUE

  Snow falls and the darkness drowns in silence, a hush from the heavens falling, so slowly, even crystals cry. Are these the tears of angels weeping who’ve watched us falling like this slow snow, like their tears, trembling?   Snow falls and there’s a stillness and still all this silence between us. Bruises covered […]

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LOST

  Sometimes things just get lost… like umbrellas in taxis when cover comes, like keys in corners when time is doomed, like days, like years, like faces once familiar, like the fate you once fought for, like the dream you since let drown, like scars, like tears, like hearts once essential. Sometimes things just get […]

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CAST ALONG

  Lost in a current capricious, a cast of confusion, but the river remembers its route. The water wades into the ocean & the drifting ends. All words and photograph by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a Twitter prompt from #WrittenRiver

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A COLD KISS

  I hung you from the rafters in the corner by the door, the flower all fine and false that you thought I would adore, but your hand was all I wanted and your kiss to keep the most, but I was dead and you were living and you said you wouldn’t kiss a ghost. All […]

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STILL WATER 

  We were like water: rushing, rubbing against bed and bank, running; to get to nowhere, not knowing where, not knowing we were already there. We were like water; no longer running, our tale withering on the river. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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FALL IN SUMMER

  I watched you like a scent of summer, like a wave on the water, like time too tender to trust, vanish as if never begun. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Poetry prompt from Micropoetry on Twitter

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