BALLOON

Balloon, the balloon, see the balloon… see thoughts float through space, meander through the mind, wild thoughts, drifting thoughts, black thoughts, orange thoughts, thoughts arriving unannounced, uninvited, unaware of the current climate, thoughts that rise like balloons on silent streets on sleepy Sundays in the suburbs to shock and surprise (though if no one ever […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 14, AT THE RISING SUN

  Sandy shades of dust speckle the ground and gallant tones of green dot the landscape from which the scent of olives ooze, before mixing with the aromas of musk, distant Morocco and the comical smell of burning tires. At dusk, I was driven by a blind taxi driver, judging by his driving, along a […]

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TO LINGER LONGER, MAYBE…

  Like a whisper tissue is painted with purpose, silk spun from crisp cuts, white scented with sapphire parading into Prussian (fragile of frame and filigree), like a thought an image opens, a petal unfolding, shades seep into substance as the edges fade (how quickly we fall to forgetful) light, liquid, linger, a little longer. […]

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DAWN CHORUS

  I wonder did Brontosaurus give as much thought to the dawn chorus as we do    or was he happy merely surviving, not constantly deriving illusions to fulfill our own delusions of grandeur. All words and photograph by Damien B. Donnelly Based on a Twitter poetry prompt from #ShapePoetry

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FRAGILE WINGS

  And the butterfly flies with folly on fragile wings a million flaps between earth and sky to light to carry troubled things.   All Words and Sketches by Damien B. Donnelly

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FINDING FAVOUR

  Dig deep             fisherman,             brave man,                                                       for there is worth below the waters, between the silence […]

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GOLDEN HARMONIES

  Sight sees, on Sundays, beds of bowing sunflowers, bowing in beauty, not weeping from weary, caught under careful clouds; to comfort, not to crush, sweet simplicity in growing gardens, growing gold, going on, going green. Sight sees, on Sundays, harmony reigning majestically. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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