BOOK OF MEMORIES

  I lift a book and watch as dust particles catch air (dust; tiny particles of waste matter lying on surfaces) sentences stir, structure returns to life after slumber, some things come back- having long been forgotten (memory; the mental ability to retain and to recall previous experiences) I turn pages with consideration, parts pressed […]

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WHISPERED WORDS

  Last night you came calling like a song to soften the shadows and found me slipping in between the silence and the slumber. Last night you came calling softly with your whispering words that filled the longing, soft words that settled upon my bed like a blanket to sooth me. Last night, in the […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.17, NAPOWRIMO

  You played your card despite your hand, held your tongue to spite your subjects, you thought I’d miss your words  but sentences  were never your strength. You were a book  too blank to be breached, an unexplored emptiness forgotten before it found  any fondness for form.  All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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ON THE PAGE 

  Temptation turns me like an open book & you read the truth of who I am between the naked lines, skin transparent, desire nowhere to hide. All word and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. 

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WORDS LIKE THE WALRUS

  What are words when they don’t just wander in weary What are words when not wild waffle but wonders weaved with wisdom and written with worth Words are like water washing over the reader in warm waves Words are like wings raising the receiver from worrying days Words are the world Words can be […]

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WHISPERED WORDS

  Last night  you came calling  like a song  to soften the shadows and found me slipping in between the silence and the slumber. Last night  you came calling softly with your whispering words  that filled the longing  soft words that settled  upon my bed like a blanket to sooth me.  Last night  in the sweetened […]

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THE END OF THE ROAD, DAY 30, POEM 30

And so here’s to one For the end of the road, Words have been written, Sentences steadily found sense, Poems put together, pushed and pulled On pages being published, hauled And heralded, heard in hushed homes Where hope is heartily housed and harboured, Here’s to the unbelievers The cynical thinkers of thought, Leaning to maths […]

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