truth – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

ATTENTION

I glisten to distract, like a snowflake; the sparkle before the melt. Particles of fleeting perfection floating through the hands of time, falling through all these imperfections. If only my clutch were tighter, truer, if only I knew more of my own truth, too many skins already slipped through, too much prediction put on […]

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BOOKENDS; JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE ONCE SEEN AS A STAR DOES NOT MEAN YOU STILL ARE ONE

I will always recall you in reflection rather than reality, a ripple on the water rather than the roughness on the rue. I saw you in smooth sheets of stillness stretched over ponds that should have shivered but you wouldn’t change and I couldn’t stay who I was forever, not even for you. You […]

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BOOKENDS; WHEN CONSIDERING WHAT TO WEAR

I was always looking to find the lighter side, the brighter side of your cold concrete cold corpses once carved into your concerns. You were papered over in such pomp and circumstance, such rigidity and reformation from centuries since removed but I found, once we pealed back each other’s layers that breath lingered behind […]

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BOOKENDS; EVOLUTION 12, SOME PEOPLE THAT WE USED TO BE

We sit now and sip cocktails, the waiter pulls out your chair and hands me the menu after calling you madame. I strain now to hear your voice; softer, gentler, feminine finding freedom. I catch you checking your lipstick in the mirror, pulling a curl back into place above those blushed cheekbones still a […]

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BOOKENDS; BOY SO BLUE

Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpeted concerns of the […]

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THE IDENTITY OF AN ISLANDER

Entity. Identity. I identify. Running gives no reason until you run out of places to hide. Identity. I identify. I recognise now what it means to be connected. A continent can be chaos. An island doesn’t have to isolate. I. Island. I can identify as an entity of this island. I didn’t hear them […]

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A SLIP AWAY FROM BLUE

Eyes a slip of grey from blue in a city not known as home, on a mountainside to shelter a temple, she is as welcome as the wind is warm, she was there before us and we were caught before we knew it. She carves life, carefully, like the Buddha etched into stone, the […]