WORDLESS WEDNESDAY, JARDIN DES SERRES, PARIS

  All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly A lot of photographs, I know, I did edit, I promise, I took over 250 photos in about an hour while skipping like a 4 year-old around the place that was practically empty. I think this might be the city’s best kept secret and ‘how dare you’ Roland […]

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THE TRUTH IN THE WATER for Poetry Day Ireland

  It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish… The Truth in the Water I see you, this morning in sweeping reflections in […]

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SEASONS TURNING 

  Trees tremble in winter’s clutch, hardening soil hardens hearts, frost will follow till spring’s breath beckons icicles to gently weep.   All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver

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CURSED 

  Blackened hands hardened over the heart exposed, expunged, red roses rubbed into ruins, ‘We are no more than the dust we leave after death,’ a curse forgotten, a force too rooted to be released. Black heart burnt to broken, banished to the ashes of her aftermath and he cannot cry, but he can crack, […]

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NaPoWriMo: ENTITLEMENTS

  And so it begins, National (Global) Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo 30 new poems over 30 days Gird your loins! (Or Lines!) Who’s joining in? Feel free to post your blog address in the comments section here to make sure everyone knows what you’re up to… All pillars fall over time, all gods grow down […]

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DEEPLY ROOTED

  In a patch of the park bench and bark are bound like hands that once held hearts on seats in summer when days were only dawning in times now twisted into memory like roots now turning in the turf beneath bench and bark in a patch of the park. In a patch of this […]

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RUINED

  I see a tree, the ruins of a tree I see man, bricks bearing the bones of what man thought he could be they are falling before him around him on top of him I hear him crumbling. I see a tree, another tree, I see many trees, a host of nature’s possibilities all […]

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QUESTIONS FOR THE NIGHT

The trees have lost their branches, Their leaves long since took flight, Barren, bare and lifeless they stand As the mist engulfs the night. The playground hauntingly sits alone, Where have your petals gone? You are the seed upon which they can grow, Oh, where have your petals gone? Pools of water lying still on […]

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