Sand – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

Clawing our Way Down and Up

Crabshufflesover shell,slides backwardinto sandlike sun behind starand light falls,pinkgrows paler,sandbecomes sponge. I wonderif the spongeof this shellholds an echoof all I no longer hear,a sound waveshufflingbehind the lightof my ear,a reverberationfrom outer space,not my space,to settlein the place of the shellof this shorelike the kissfrom your lipsI feelpressing into mine,still. I shufflebackwards,lean into all that […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY- THE SALUTING SUN AT THE END OF AUGUST BY THE COAST AND UNDER THE CLIFFS

All photos by Damien B Donnelly

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY; IRISH COASTLINE, RUSH BEACH

Who knew rocks left actual human shaped footprints It’s wordless Wednesday but it you are looking for words to read, visions to marvel at and a deep dive into poetry then look no further than Black Bough Poetry’s latest anthology, currently No.1 on Amazon for poetry collections and our WordPress muse Merril D. Smith is […]

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SEA AND SAND

Sand slips under foot like memory into mind, waves wash up along a country lane leading down into a secreted sea, past a thistle that pricks not; so much beauty cannot bear a beast. There is breath in these back fields I recall on the curve of this spiral game, returning like these tides […]

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AFTER THE TIDE

Light. These are the days were we look to see where the light lingers longer. We rise like crabs up, after the tide has fallen, up, through solid sand now sinking, we can only wait so long- can only hold so much weight (in these days where we cannot hold at all) before we […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY CAPTURED BY THE COAST, DUBLIN, IRELAND

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY, TUNISIAN SHORES

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ESCAPING THE CITY; SEA, SAND AND SUNSETS IN SAINT MALO AND LE MONT SAINT MICHEL, BRETAGNE, FRANCE

Weekend break from the Parisian heat in Bretagne, France… By the Breakers at Saint Malo Patterns on la plage (the beach) Sunset over the former pirate seas of Saint Malo Big Bear at Le Grand Hotel des Thermes, Saint Malo The Seagull sweep Striking a pose Le Mont Saint Michel Tide’s out Sunset beneath […]

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THROUGH THE SANDS, Day 7 of A Month With Yeats

Day 7 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats poetry challenge and today’s inspirational quote from WB is: ‘…stars, grown old in dancing silver-sandalled on the sea, sing in their high and lonely melody…’ To join in the creativity or just to discover Jane’s gentle genius, her blog link is: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/category/poetry-2/ My poem today […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 9; TRUSTING TIME

We slip and slide like grains of sand that the sea seduces as time sweeps over us, combing us into compact companions that come apart after the sun shines and the warmth dries us up, how we hate the sand that slips between the cracks when we are parted from the shore and so […]