TO SLIP BENEATH REFLECTION

  Drawn to the river where the sunlight bends to bleed as the hush on the water finds a hold among the reeds.to  Caught by the current as if to slip from this climate, as if we could lose what we’ve learnt, as if all noise could fall to silent. To wade into the water,  […]

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WAVES OF IDENTITY

I identity my entity empty. Build             bond             break break out break away break down drown. Resume resolve revolve rotate we are circles encircling ripples in a small pond revolving evolving dissolving into the careless current less             and […]

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STILL STANDING, day 21 of A Month with Yeats

  Day 21 for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats and today’s quote is: ‘…by water among the trees the delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh’ —W.B. Yeats My poem is called STILL STANDING   Stag standing where the river still ripples, where the wind still whips the waves, where the trees still twist and […]

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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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