THE BREAKING OF THE BLUE

  Tall is the man willing to rise before the break of day beneath the blanket blackness and tip toe into the still untempered tide blindly, current cast as yet unclear, and trust in time to lean in with light. We can be cold creatures staking our claim with breath of blue into our ever-shortening […]

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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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BLUE MOON

The moon was a blue whisper and beauty a delirious ache even the breath could not crush, a sorrow born in summer under a sky of shadows. I picture you; petrified over a pool of pulsing pain. I run, often to leave before being left. Like once I was left? And the moon was a […]

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BORN IN BLUE

  Muscle in movement to music as cords are cut from corpse, ‘I was born in blue,’ he said, ‘tender twisting into tune, I am rags rendered into rich, suffering surrendering to the song.’ ‘I was born in blue,’ he said And his guitar the guts through which he bled. All words by Damien B. […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 4; 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 your thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpet caressed by […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 3; LINES AND LANDSCAPES

What are we but lines crossing, lanes connecting, leaning on lovers lying next to us? What are we but colours caught out of context, in corners too curt for comfort, so often a reflection already faded, a ripple unreadable, a trace too tepid to be touched, a shade too subtle to be seen. Blue, like […]

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BLUE

  And there, by the winding road, it watched and there, by the rushing waters, it took anchor and there, neath commuting clouds, it found no freedom, her song; locked to the land waiting as the tides retreated wailing as the breeze bolted out onwards and over always and forever while there, by the winding […]

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