THE SWEPT AND THE SWEEPERS

  Fragility falling through fine flecks of fair filigree, perfect patterns of individuality speckled on imperfect individuals. Snowflakes melt on steaming skin thin on time, too thick to break through, you cannot always sink below the surface of an iceberg, we cannot break through all that lays beneath, all the lies below the surface, it […]

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BEFORE THE SONG

  Cold clouds burrow beneath the forest, the spirits have taken cover, peace and fruit now buried beneath a bed of lichen, summer’s rose too ruined to redeem, her last scent is now a dream. Love has been lost here too on a wind that wandered from wondrous to winsome beneath a bed of burlap […]

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WINTER 2018, Scribe Base Online Magazine

Winter 2018 So honored to be part of the Winter 2018 Scribe Base online magazine with my poem Snow Falling and overjoyed to be sharing the pages with poetry and artwork from the Uber talented Kerfe from https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/2018/02/26/three-in-winter-2018-issue-of-scribebase/ Drop over to Scribe Base and download the issue here: https://scribebase.wordpress.com/past-issues/2018-issues/winter-2018/ Thank you to Scribe Base for […]

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SEASONAL CYCLES

– Winter’s withering winds rustle through berry’s blossom in the gentle dawn, falling on these days of the daffodil. I walk by wild water in a world wild of will. Bloom beneath spring summer; a blanket beautiful, seasons are cycles, sweet that song from seed to stone. All words by Damien B. Donnelly influenced by […]

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WHEN WHITE FALLS BLUE

  Snow falls and the darkness drowns in silence, a hush from the heavens falling, so slowly, even crystals cry. Are these the tears of angels weeping who’ve watched us falling like this slow snow, like their tears, trembling?   Snow falls and there’s a stillness and still all this silence between us. Bruises covered […]

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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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LISSOME LIES LIFE

  Time waits for shimmering snows to melt into memory like kept kisses from lost lips. Time waits for saturated skies to seek sustenance in blushing blues since stolen by frantic frost and fragile freeze like drawers deserted of his clothes and her shoes as the wind whips the chasm carelessly. Time waits on the […]

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PAUSE AND POISE

  Running through time, through time that can never be tempered, through twisting trees and projected paths, projecting thoughts yet to be pondered, through mornings unfolding while seasons fall to winter and wither for a while all around me, crisp carpets crinkle with what was once light and leafy but are now scattered sprinkles of […]

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COME HAS THE SHADOW

    And the black crow comes calling… and summer is falling, has burnt in blushing breaths before us, before worshiped walls and rushing rivers, as if it’s taken to tombs or swept below waters raging in the ruins, sunken into shade, shadows slip winter’s wings over sunshine, colour hiding, as if hibernating, climbing tall […]

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