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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THE IRISES OF OUR EYES

  Crazed caught on canvas, caught in colour, thought tempered in sweeping strokes, we can be carried away in seas of grass, coral greens awash in the garden, catch the canvas before its fold finds favour in other fields the mind has yet to fathom, we can be crazy. Quick comes the crow upon the […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO 2, NAPOWRIMO

You cannot go back, to return does not mean to rerun, I recognise these streets, recall a certain laugh, a twisted lie, an open door, but my footprints have changed, I cannot find the same sunflower I drew when I was younger than this youth I now cling to and so many  of those old […]

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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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