reflection – Page 2 – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

CONNECTIONS

Water Silent Stillness Reflection. Connection Make the connection Elements Water Earth Air I can be fire The fire I walk on water I dream I walk on water I see stillness I dream I walk on the stillness of the water I hear the silence I am the silence dreaming of the stillness that walks […]

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RUNNING BY THE RIVER OF THOUGHT

I slipped off to the edge of the city, this morning, where the stream found a stillness and the air a crispness that kept confusion at a distance. I stood beneath the bridge that took the traffic and its tension far from me and found the swimming swan rising higher in the stream, the […]

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ATOMS

You there, yes, you, checking out your hairdo with your books begging to the opened or your totes from Thomas’ cutting across this triskeled campus, teacher or seeker or refugee looking for a rest along the rocky road of resistance, stand still for a moment and see beyond yourself, your day, your demands, beyond […]

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COLOURS IN GREY SHANGHAI

Photos from 7am walks last week in Shanghai before going to the office… grey mornings rainbows before the sunshine All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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TO SLIP BENEATH REFLECTION

Drawn to the river where the sunlight bends to bleed as the hush on the water finds a hold among the reeds.to Caught by the current as if to slip from this climate, as if we could lose what we’ve learnt, as if all noise could fall to silent. To wade into the water, […]

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I DREAM

Dreaming, seeing time as something silky you can slip though, rearranging reality, the hours revolving around minutes around molecules neither past nor present; the future still waiting to be moulded, dreaming of tempering time; of breaking it of bending it; redrawing curt corners into kinder curves, […]

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MOMENT AFTERWARDS

In absence lips lean out in longing, clouds gathering, a chill in the air, the warmth slipping. Memory is a playful thing, you tease and turn over and back to before. We kissed, I feel it intensely, I see it clearly in the mirror still marked from a night now over. […]

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WHAT IS POETRY, TO ME, TO YOU?

A few months ago at work, here at our Paris Atelier, I took part in a workshop on presentation. As a pattern maker by day for the women’s wear brand & Other Stories I don’t really have a need to present. For my job I interpret designs, create patterns; shapes, forms, work out mathematical proportions of […]

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JAGGED EDGES

We picture perfection when darkness descends on daylight, when shadows slip into the unseen, when sharp edges slide from sinister, when we cannot see ourselves in the glare of the glass that cannot lie. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a Twitter Poetry Prompt form #SenseWrds

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RARE GLIMPSE

I peal skin from secrets, I tear flesh from foolery, I face fragility’s reflection, catch this rare glimpse before it shatters. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a #ShapePoetry Twitter prompt.