DARK LIGHT, PART 2; THE FALL

  I whisper into wakefulness, the body stirs before the brain, the blood before belief, I curl into colder corners of the covers to encourage skin to come round as sound slips in just before the sight, light pours into eyelids slowly opening, toes slip out to inspect the season but the soul knows the […]

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DARK LIGHT, PART 1: FAR FROM

  And slow falls the heaven’s breath, drawing on those days of dawns; dewy with that blanket white crispness below the song of the bluebird (do you see; beauty can be blue even when the bird isn’t black) soft thrills trembling through the forest as fine folds of frosty fur find its form in frozen […]

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EARLY AUTUMN

  The sky is burning, the last light eclipsed by the night and we stop and stare like fools at its blaze, not seeing within this gaze possibility falling though our hands like snowflakes in a season that has kept captive the summer. The sky is burning while we travel in taxis, all of us […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 11; BEING BOLD

— Beauty is raw beneath this blood red sky where we lie delirious, licking at lazy, drunken ships trudging through bitter beds, frantic to find our way to smoother seas. ‘Man is but a whisper,’ the Shadows sing to the Sun but I want to milk the storm before my summer sinks beneath the shade. […]

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A SHIFT TO THE SEASON

    Another oldie as we drift to the end of another season… — It happens, now and then, That slight shift in the season, A new light, a different dusk, A gentle breeze that brushes you Into remembering a moment in the memory, A time, once far removed, Now returned, repeated, relived And there […]

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A WHITER SNOW

As the sun still blazes through the shades pulled low, I found this older poem recalling the sentiment of another season… — I saw you, One morning, Blanketed in white- A speckled canvas of virgin purity, All color lost out To a simpler shade of simplicity. No more that magnificent mass Of contrast and contradiction, […]

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THE RETURN

— Breezes are back in bloom and I am caught by the curl of the curtain as it catches in the courant d’air now coming in with questions for all that has slipped into a sleepy silence. — All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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FRIENDS FOR A SEASON

  They were just girls in a stifling city, each but a slip of the seasons, baring a hope for what they might see and running for different reasons. Jenny was winter and already withered and looking for comfort from the cold, she was journey and distance all rolled into one and the secrets she […]

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SEASONAL CYCLES

– Winter’s withering winds rustle through berry’s blossom in the gentle dawn, falling on these days of the daffodil. I walk by wild water in a world wild of will. Bloom beneath spring summer; a blanket beautiful, seasons are cycles, sweet that song from seed to stone. All words by Damien B. Donnelly influenced by […]

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