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DAWN CHORUS

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I wonder did
Brontosaurus
give as much thought
to the dawn chorus
as we do

  
or was he happy
merely surviving,
not constantly deriving
illusions to fulfill
our own delusions of grandeur.

All words and photograph by Damien B. Donnelly

Based on a Twitter poetry prompt from #ShapePoetry

BY THE PARTING

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Being young
we bent by bench
and placed our kisses
on love,

growing old
I lost the strength to follow,
so you left me
by the parting of the trees,
shaded in loss.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Poetry prompt from VerseReversal on Twitter

 

COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 5; COLOURED SHOWERS

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Lilac showers
Parisian walls
to lift the day
from tones of grey,

colours whisper
to hungry minds
from lithesome leaves
to planting seeds,

branches bound
like blood to body,
to walls so willing
like veins now filling,

lilac leans
with leaves of green,
gently swaying,
thoughts are weighing,

nature bends
to hear my call
and pens take flight
on lines at night.

All Words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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A SHADOW IN SPRING

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Day 28: National Poetry Writing Month #30 Poems, 3 days #NaPoWriMo

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There
on a bench
where they both sat down
in a far away field
in a stranger’s town
where
on a Sunday
when the flowers were waiting
they had no idea
of what fate was planting.
There
on the edge
of a changing sky
a seed was strumming
the strings of goodbye,
there
by the bark
and pressed into bench
two lives unaware
of the encroaching trench.
There
at the dawn
of a spring yet to bloom
they saw not the blossom
that shadowed their doom,
there
in the hook
of a bench and bark
a promise still whispers
of hope that missed the mark.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

STILL

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Day 26: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo

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Still morning,
still forming,
breath baying
over brook and bank,

still learning,
still changing,
stillness flowing
through field and thought,

still searching, 
still drinking,
the night passing, 
the day not yet told,

still waving,
still rippling, 
still remembering
that which is done,

still cloud,
still covering,
awaken not to quickly
for the day is yet to come.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

COLOUR IN THOUGHT

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Day 18 National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo

Colours flap
in the wind,
colours catch
the feeling
of freedom
at daybreak
like thoughts
that take flight
in dreams
under blankets
mounding
over molecules
making matter
meaningful.
Dawn’s dew
delights seeds
now stirring
under soil
just as stars
shine significance
on a mind
on a pillow
at play.
There is
movement
beyond the trees
and the run
of the riverbed
if you can catch it.
There is movement
in the dormant dreamer
beneath the blankets
and the shuttered eyes
if only you can wake it
to the light,
to the colour,
to the moment
that lets
possibilitiy fly
like colour on concrete,
like a bare bench
in the waiting park,
like trees attending
to shooting buds,
like a river
of thought
that cannot
be abated…

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Audio version available on Soundcloud:

https://soundcloud.com/damien-donnelly-2/colour-in-thought

FRIVOLOUS PHILANDERERS

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Day 14; National Poetry Writing Month 30 new poems/30 Days #NaPoWriMo

I listen
to the river rushing,
pushing, washing,
I listen
to the water slipping,
seeping, weeping
over once regal rock
now withering, wuthering,
whispering.
I listen
to the water
trailing the last vestiges
of its veins
through what remains
of the terrains we’ve choke’n
taken and broken.
I listen
to the ferocious sound
of nature’s force
and hear the horse’s
gallop along the course;
the gallant getaway,
no longer blindly blinkered
to the frivolous philanderers,
the malicious meanders
of the bystanders
and their current commanders,
and in its hooves
I hear a wilderness at run
from the trampling of the gun,
the so-called fun
that has too soon undone
what the gods once begun.
I listen
to the rivers running
and realise
you can’t see the end
but you can hear it coming.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Audio version available on SoundCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/damien-donnelly-2/frivolous-philanderers

 

DELICATE DISTRACTIONS

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Day 12: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo

We dangle delicacies
(far from looking delicate)
to tempt the beasts
to play ferocious
for our pleasure,
for our entertainment.
We put money
on the beast
who can be more brutal
than the bunch.
We are intrigued
by the beasts
whose nature
we’ve changed,
caught and caged,
who we’ve tempered
and tamed
in our need
to remind ourselves
who is the man and
who is the beast.

We dangle delicacies
(desperately delicately)
on front of animals
so as not look at ourselves
and see the beasts
we’ve become.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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UNDER THE FALL

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Day 7: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo

I want to live as a tree
born from branches
turning, twisting
rummaging, rooting,
roots in the earth
in the flesh,
sucking substance
from the soul
of the soil,
head in the sky
reaching, rising,
hoping, shedding
my skin like leaves
in autumn
and starting again
each spring
after rising up
from under the fall.
I want to live as a tree.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Photograph taken in Parc de Sceaux, Paris, France