FIELDS OF HINDSIGHT

  There are fields beyond the trees, fertile fields never turned or sewn, ploughed or pillaged, lands his course never crossed. If he had hindsight would he still till the same lands, plant the same roots, seek substance in the same sunlight, find a farmer’s favour with the familiar falling rain? If he had hindsight […]

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TUMBLE WEED

I lost my way amid the rushes, between the bushes, torn from thorns, as I turned and tumbled, was twisted and thrown and that day the sun burnt like a blazing beacon upon my body. I lost the path, parted from perception, a play of nature’s deception, the nature of nature, as I faltered and […]

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THE LIGHT, EVEN IN THE DARKNESS

  Behind the curtains, as the night falls to shadow, I reach for all that tomorrow holds and acknowledge all that lead me here to this temporary darkness before the light returns   All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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THE RISE AND FALL OF HE

  He is forward flying, A novice to noise And nuances Of staggering streets Unknown and numerous, Honed to the humming From the surge and speed Of manoeuvres he can Meddle through Mingle through Move through He is a nubile note, A minor chord In a major movement, Braced for a rebirth By foreign fingers […]

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LIFE TIMES

In a time of love My heart will beat To your name, In a time of hate My heart will pound With pain, In a time of creation I will water the seed And the flower shall rise, In a time of destruction I will protect my love And comfort his cries, In a time […]

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THE ANGEL OF INITIATION

Barefoot she walks Her feet thread glass, Accepting of her suffering No mercy does she ask. Humble but glorious, Silent but not afraid, Her path is toward heaven Where petals are laid. ‘Walk with me Those who refuse to suffer, I bring a quest to fulfil And humility do I offer. Cast off your jewels […]

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FALLING ON FOREIGN SOIL

Amid a city of grey slate roofs I had painted my slate white, Washing everything I had been, Had seen, had loved and lost. Those old fears fell from me Like Fall’s gentle snowflakes As I stood on foreign soil, In a foreign land, with foreign rain Covering me and foreign words Falling all around […]

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