WHEN I CONSIDER THE ECHO OF A PULSE – NEW POEM

And another door finds its hinges turning (you lean, you linger, you lose, you leave)tides twist and then return, summer finds winterwhistling on the arms of an enigmatic autumn (leaves fall, flowers grow, dust settles before the sun)and I wonder what remains within the roomswe leave behind, in the corners now cast offwhere comfort was […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY; IRISH COASTLINE, RUSH BEACH

Who knew rocks left actual human shaped footprints It’s wordless Wednesday but it you are looking for words to read, visions to marvel at and a deep dive into poetry then look no further than Black Bough Poetry’s latest anthology, currently No.1 on Amazon for poetry collections and our WordPress muse Merril D. Smith is […]

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SEA AND SAND

  Sand slips under foot like memory into mind, waves wash up along a country lane leading down into a secreted sea, past a thistle that pricks not; so much beauty cannot bear a beast. There is breath in these back fields I recall on the curve of this spiral game, returning like these tides […]

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THE PAYMENT

  Concrete is no compliment to the current. Curls come and crash without care, you cannot keep an ocean contained in a single cup. ‘I hurl this wave with the weight of a thousand stones’ she sighs and slips back out as clouds come to commend. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly   […]

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MYTHS OF MAN

  Far we have come from the gardens of wild roses. Here, by this river running home to waiting wave we stop and take turns tipping toes into the tide. What if all we touched was troubled? What if all the gold no longer bought the glory? Far we have come from the kingdom of […]

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TO LEARN TO TRUST WITHOUT TURNING

  Time swims out on a tide I wish I could capture forever on a canvas of comfort, I drop my shirt and turn, like Orpheus, and lose hold, sands slide over skin and seaweed slivers snakelike along this shore once so unsure; rough rocks recall all the lava once eliminated. I stand in all […]

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TO COME CURIOUS

  We take slow steps into the sweet water, watch the current caress the dark rock, the volcanic roar no longer rupturing, its rage now rocked to slumber by this single shore. I lose my shirt to time’s tide and this shimmering sand, I lift it up and feel the weight that washed over it […]

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THROUGH THE SANDS

  And when they danced she would hold him, her perfume by his face, his hands as her strength as they waltzed through their current as the tides swept the shore, through love and labour, to the first born, still born, through the twins who stopped the tears and the girls who tied the bows […]

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TO COME CURIOUS

  We take slow steps into the sweet water, watch the current caress the dark rock, the volcanic roar no longer rupturing, its rage now rocked to slumber by this single shore. I lose my shirt to time’s tide and this shimmering sand, I lift it up and feel the weight that washed over it […]

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