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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A NEW BEGINNING

  Is that a day still to come birthing in the distance rising through the stillness writing on the heavens the joy we’ve yet to know? Is that a beacon blazing bright a siren for survivors a moment for the missing a reason to believe the pain can fade with night? Is that a hope […]

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CONSTELLATIONS; BEAUTY BURNING

In response to Jane Dougherty Writes Poetry challenge #50: Fifty For challenge No.50, the big one, the rules are simple: single stanza, five lines, ten syllables in each line and the last word of each line holds the rhyme throughout. The image supplied by Jane is entitled ‘Constellations’. So go check it out and get writing… Jane is waiting, […]

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