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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WE ARE SEASONS

– Spring sun sweet on skin that still recalls the rain, (it is not just raindrops that fall) drunk is the forest beneath those blood red moons (blind are we to the fires we started). Will you swim through the shadow to beat away these bitter blues? Beauty is a ship of summer symphony, we […]

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FLEETING BLUSHES

– We drink eternity, soft, slow, salty, like coffee cups of unexplored ocean blues, breathing in dark stars, bleeding in the wake of the wild breeze that has no home in these fatherless trees, eyes moist by this window of time, a prisoner of this smoky glass. We are porcelain colored in concrete, a brilliant […]

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FRAGILE REFLECTIONS 

  We are not the sky. We are not the earth. We are just a reflection resting on the water and can be blown away at the will of the wind. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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JOY IN BETWEEN

  Bones break, hearts hurt, love is lost, birth is the beginning of death, in between there is joy: waste not being weak All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Poetry prompt Weak from Micropoetry on Twitter

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RARE GLIMPSE

  I peal skin from secrets, I tear flesh from foolery, I face fragility’s reflection, catch this rare glimpse before it shatters. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a #ShapePoetry Twitter prompt.

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BORKEN, PART 8, MY BECOMING

    Running faster than feet can find footing, forced to face up, catch up, stand up, turn up. Running through streets cluttered with collisions I’ve already crossed, with bunkers of bones already broken, with senses still shackled to skins already shed, layers lost in houses I thought were homes but they were just illusions; […]

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