HUMBLE AT THE HEART

  Humble at the heart of this landscape, this dreamscape I’m training through, I’m taken by its blossoming breast; forests firing like volcanos that have shun their rest, luscious leaves of lava sweep through cities for man has no control over the mountain just as nature has no defence against the molten flame as fiery […]

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BOWING TO THE BEARERS OF LIGHT IN THE SHADE

  We break from the path to follow the light, light that has no alignment to direction, to road or wood, less wandered or not, light that touches trees that have known more darkness than I will ever close my eyes to see and still they stand to catch the light, looking like leopards now […]

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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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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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GOLDEN HARMONIES

  Sight sees, on Sundays, beds of bowing sunflowers, bowing in beauty, not weeping from weary, caught under careful clouds; to comfort, not to crush, sweet simplicity in growing gardens, growing gold, going on, going green. Sight sees, on Sundays, harmony reigning majestically.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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