I was silent once amid the noise, stumbling through smothering, a bare canvas cradling nothing in arms that had promised everything. I circled the globe once to find that home was just a word, a word that makes a memory to plot a beginning, not weighted but weightless. I am, like you all, noContinue reading “BOOKENDS; STUMBLING THROUGH THE DREAM, WIDE AWAKE”
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JOURNEYS, PART 10; THE REST
— Revisiting a past poem as my journey hits its 43rd Birthday THE REST I was once silent amid the noise, shadowing the world in stillness while all else found its motion, watching dreams slip swiftly through fumbling hands. I’d been held and felt nothing in that very touch but the visceral arousal of manContinue reading “JOURNEYS, PART 10; THE REST”
TAKE OUR PLACES
Sinking through Summer I still see your spotlight and me; still in shadow. All Words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
STARDUST
Stardust… the fallout from the flames, a nebulous of what was once known by names, now falling, through time and space, trailing dust, a trail of gentle dust in place of touch, in lieu of place, in lieu of hold and how we hold; tighter and stronger, longer, after, trying to hold a star,Continue reading “STARDUST”
THE PRICE OF A STAR
And she sang of hope and harmony in a borrowed frock on Tuesday nights in a smokey bar below the Bowery where the Irish downed their whiskey while the Italians were always frisky and they touched her, always, afterwards her faithful followers fingering flesh as if to caress the affection she injected into lyrics,Continue reading “THE PRICE OF A STAR”
IN FLIGHT
Movement matters mainly amid the currents of air I caress in flight in dreaming at night I fall freely on the breeze I am taken, turned, tuned I am limitless know no boundaries I flit and flutter at my own folly forward falling, I am light blazing a burning star burnt out, barely visible hardlyContinue reading “IN FLIGHT”
JONI ON THE WALL
After years of painting you Tones of turbulent indigo, Tending and transforming you, I’m busy building you back To basic, a fresco of freedom For us both in walls of white, Whittled back to what it was Before I splashed a signature Of substance and delight, hoping A house could be a home, hangingContinue reading “JONI ON THE WALL”
In search of a Still Shining, Fading Star
I was once silent Amid the noise, Shadowing the world in stillness While all else- But I- Found its motion. I watched as dreams Slipped swiftly Through my fumbling hands- Hands powerless to awaken my slumber to the realm of reality. I’d been held And felt nothing in that very touch- Nothing but the visceralContinue reading “In search of a Still Shining, Fading Star”
