IN OR OUT

  Lilium lancifolium lies back in a bed we repositioned last spring under the scorch of today’s mid-afternoon melt. In a slow movement that set her into structure, before the dawn woke the rest of us, she assumes a position to demonstrate the perfect pliancy of her freckled petals and pushes everything out to be […]

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I CLIMB VOLCANOES

  I saw a heart of metal encase a heart since stilled on a pillow of white purity, precious protected in a glass case, without a key and I wondered how far people would go to protect themselves? I have never known how to cut glass carefully nor cared to consider a case for this […]

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I AM…

  Beau, tu sais? Tu es beau, c’est vrai. Non, I say, ca, c’est pas vrai. Moi, je sais d’autre chose, mais beau? Non, I say, je ne suis pas beau. Fragility I know, mon ami s’appelle fragilité, pour lui je porte a smile, comme de vêtements, like a shield, mon sourire est beau, ca, […]

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PROTECTION for Poetry Day Ireland

It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish… Protection In many rooms, in multiple houses, in a dozen cities I pulled shadows over […]

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WAVES OF IDENTITY

I identity my entity empty. Build             bond             break break out break away break down drown. Resume resolve revolve rotate we are circles encircling ripples in a small pond revolving evolving dissolving into the careless current less             and […]

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AFTERGLOW

  Hunger harbours its hold like a boat bent on the scent of the sea and we are bound to the pull of its freedom, its current crushing all caution as we fall folly to its friction on bended knee in benediction, on beds of bodies bare and breathless, tongues tempted towards taste, buoyant on […]

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GATHER GOODNESS

  Gather giggles in golden garlands, guard glee as a gift, grow grace in the guts of gaiety, gather goodness before its gone.   All words and photograph by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired from a Twitter prompt from #POETHEME

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INSIDE THE MAN

Day 20 National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo What is it when he looks at me that makes me want to love him and when he cries that makes he want to hold him and when he hurts than makes me want to heal him and when he lets me in makes me want to run […]

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TOPPLING TOWERS

And so he built himself a tower, a tall terrific tower on the tip of a tumulus far from touch and tenderness, a non tactile tower that nobody could topple as he’d already been tripped up time and time before. And one day he climbed to the top of his tower on the tip of […]

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