SUMMER’S STORM

  Heaven’s howling! Summer forsaken, storms converge, heaven’s howling! We have flittered too long fowling; nature forsaken, gods now purge our wasted ways, our sloth, our splurge, heaven’s howling!     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost.

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CURLS OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS

The breath is stilled, life is sea and sky bound in a blanket of both current and cloud, moments are just impressions, reflections of all that has fallen and all that floats on the future’s feather; a fragile fluttering to the left of frame. Still is the breath, thoughts unfurl; curls of creamy consciousness, there […]

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GRAINS OF SAND BENEATH CERULEAN SKIES

  Faith is fragile, courage is not always conclusive until called, we do not command the waves nor comprehend the clouds. I tell you this sand will be swept into the sea by night fall, this baying breath of cyan neath the stretch of those cerulean skies. This smooth, salt-licked land was forged from fire […]

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CATCH THE COLOUR

  Sun sets and then rises and in between we kiss, catch the kisses that come upon the current, catch the kiss, the continent is not always ours to conquer. Tides come and tides retreat, touch is temporary, flesh is polished pink below the sensuous sky but falls from fold like sands in the glass […]

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FRAGILE REFLECTIONS 

  We are not the sky. We are not the earth. We are just a reflection resting on the water and can be blown away at the will of the wind. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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