A HOME FOR HOPE

02/08/201715/03/2019 / deuxiemepeau / 11 Comments

There is a gentle light shining
in this place not yet home,
pouring hope into a hold
beginning to pull on my grip.

There is a light, a subtle light
adding a lightness to all
that is weighing; the furniture,
the fittings, the fitting into a city
that has not changed
during my absence while I
have not stopped,
a city often angry
as I search for a place
of solitude amid all that leans
towards arrogance, of comfort
to come in from the chaos
and the clutter and the claws
clutching at scraps in the cold
corners the commenters
are unconcerned with.

Tonight, there is a gentle light
to lay under and dream
of what will go where
in this house soon to be a home.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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LITHE LIGHT

17/07/201722/01/2018 / deuxiemepeau / 4 Comments

Worries
wash away
on the water,
watch them whisper,
whimper and wither
on the waves,
on summer nights
under fading lights.

Watch worries wash away
leaving lithe light to linger,
to illuminate a longing
for all that is yet to come.

Words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

FINDING FAVOUR

09/11/201624/01/2018 / deuxiemepeau / 2 Comments

Dig deep fisherman, brave man,
for there is worth below the waters,

between the silence
and the stillness,
between the fish to find
and the tangles to entwine,
between the breathing in
and the letting go, let it go,
between the desire to dive
and the danger of drowning.

Dig deep fisherman, simple man,
for there is madness in the making

beyond the bank and bed
and bark and bait,
beyond the trees that tower
and the skies that shelter,
beyond the seductive stillness
and the call of the silence,
beyond the fortune to be found
at the end of your line.

Dig deep fisherman, honest man,
salvation lies in your simple swing

far from the sinners
swimming upstream,
far the faithful
drowning in the shallows,
far from lies
cast to raging waters, enraging waters,
far from the substance
since sucked from the sacred.

Dig deep fisherman, still standing man,
make not the crowd your coffin

sure is the rod
that sweeps the silence,
brave is the bait
that slips though the stillness,
clever are the cautious
who consider the current,
fortunate is the fisherman
who finds favour far from fools.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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THE RACE OF MAN

02/08/201625/01/2018 / deuxiemepeau / Leave a comment

Barriers
are just illusions;
a twist of lights
delusions

Colour
is just a feature;
a twist of our own
nature

Race
is just a reasoning;
a word with too much
meaning

Man
is flesh and bone
and breaks when stands
alone.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

FROM THE SILENCE

16/07/201504/11/2015 / deuxiemepeau / 1 Comment

There is silence
As if all the world is hiding
As if every soul is sleeping
As if every breath is breaking
As if every person’s perishing
In the silence

There is silence
As my eyes they drown in tears
For the loss of days and years
For the thoughts that became fears
While the energy disappears
Before the silence

There is silence
And all I know is dissolving
And all I had is disappearing
As if every fear is unfolding
And every tear is falling
Within the silence

There is silence
As if all my thoughts are tiring
And all my dreams are drowning
As if all my hopes are hiding
And all my buttons are breaking
And still the silence

There is silence
In the distance I’ve put between us
And in the things we can’t discuss
In the floods that try to drown us
In the frailty, in the fear and the fuss
Behind the silence

There is silence
In a city that’s turned against me
With it’s tone, stone cold and angry
A city that had failed to hold me
While another is waiting-
Hoping to set me free
From the silence