sound – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

HOUSE. HOME. HARBOUR

Spiral. Sea. Sound. Snail shell. Seashell. Cochlea. Calm. Current. Cacophony. Hollow to house. Hollow to harbour. Hollow to hear. Slow. Sand. Sense. Snail Shell. Seashell. Cochlea. A house. A home. A harbour for the sound of everything. All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly

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HEARTSTRINGS

When I am broken I hear the strings of my heart and its music moves me. When I am mended I forget the sounds that once resounded […]

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CATS AND DRAGONS AND BROLLIES

And so lives sound, a chorus of sound, a glorious cacophony, a clatter, a sound of ladies looking, laughing, touting, shouting a shuffle of feet, tiny feet, tiny ladies, on a tiny street, on the ladies street with brollies, bright brollies, tartan brollies, cheap brollies, silly brollies, bending brollies, brollies broken by the sound […]

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Nothing of Noise

I awoke last night- Still drowsy from dreaming- To be enveloped instantly By a surreal silence As the darkness Carried the weight of your absence To the depths Of its sulking shadows. I sat there, Alone and shaking- Upright in the bed- Blanketed In an all too restrictive covering Of icy cold, concrete-like blackness- Unable […]