Separation – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

TURBULENT SACRIFICE

Mama was an unmarried mother at the end of the summer of 75 as Joni hissed of the snakes in the gardens of complacency where ignorance was still very much alive. Mama was only a girl in the growing and possibly no more than just 18 when she bent down and placed a kiss […]

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A SHADOW IN SPRING

Day 28: National Poetry Writing Month #30 Poems, 3 days #NaPoWriMo There on a bench where they both sat down in a far away field in a stranger’s town where on a Sunday when the flowers were waiting they had no idea of what fate was planting. There on the edge of a changing sky […]

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NO KNOT CANNOT BE UNDONE

Day 21 National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Pulled are we (OFF; no more) from under and over and pushed (panting) by fleeting fate when we fail to trust (when THRUSTS grow frail) and the body rolls off, recoils and the mind rethinks, returns. Let go, did you, of that hand ONCE held in that taxi […]

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ONCE, ON A SUNDAY

And I see you standing with apron on on a Sunday morning, rollers turning mum’s sleep into mother’s style like time turns moments into memory, I see you there roasting in the kitchen before the bacon’s burnt and the sausages sizzle, before the decision of where to go to find God (we were faithful […]

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THE THINGS THAT LEAVE US COLD, PART 3

If you missed Part 1 or Part 2 you can click on the links here: https://deuxiemepeau.wordpress.com/2016/02/08/the-things-that-leave-us-cold-part-1/ https://deuxiemepeau.wordpress.com/2016/02/09/the-things-that-leave-us-cold-part-2/ The Things That Leave Us Cold Part 3 of 4 (Audio version available to listen to; link at the end of page) It rained the first night I walked back to our apartment with […]

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THE THINGS THAT LEAVE US COLD, PART 1

The Things That Leave Us Cold Part 1 of 4 (Audio version available to listen to; link at the end of page) I stood by the open window and watched and waited, surrounded on all sides by the wisteria that clung on as time passed by and forgave nothing. It […]

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THE STORM

I stood, firm footed against fate, beside the storm, A raucous rage of twisting winds and hollow howls As waves, frothing with fierce foam, forced their way Upon the land, as if claiming some right to survive. I saw, amid the sweeping sound of the stormy sea As it clawed, climbed and crashed its way […]