The Hallowe’en Tree by Candice Pierce

I'd like to share this photo and poem with you simply because I enjoyed them so much! I know my timing is well out but hey, I only found it yesterday 🙂  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Candice started with a tree image and then did some magic in Photoshop... Continue Reading →

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Colours: A Delight

If you're looking at this in Reader please click on the Title and read it on my blog instead (to ensure proper formatting). Thank you! Last night I came across a very beautiful colour poem written by Antara who is 10 years old !!! Antara had contributed the poem to her Mum's blog Colourfulcanvas.  Here... Continue Reading →

Four Seasons with Jodi

With Jodi's kind permission I'm sharing some of my favourite posts from her fantastic blog, of which you could say that I'm a devoted follower. If you enjoy beauty, art and inspiration (not to mention mouth-watering food recipes) then Jodi's blog simply has it all! I feel honoured that Jodi so generously allows me to... Continue Reading →

Inspired by Trees

Good morning! Monday morning here in New Zealand but no Monday blues for me despite the dismal weather! I was inspired by these colourful autumn trees partnered with a lovely poem and it made my day.  I received permission very promptly from "DailyMusings" to share the post and got straight on with publishing, in the... Continue Reading →

HUNGER IS NOT A HARBOUR

REBLOG : Right now I long to launch out on a new stage in my life’s journey; to not settle for the status quo. To any other restless souls out there I hope you enjoy reading this poem as much as I did.

Hunger Is Not A Harbour by D.B. Donnelly

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Deuxiemepeau; Picturing Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

Running
to all that is new,
to all I have not yet seen,
attracted to the covered corners
the light can not carve comfort into…

Running
to all I don’t yet know,
to all I have not yet called by name,
haunted by the houses not yet home
and the whispers not yet known…

but what of where I have been,
what of the comfort once created,
what of the stories already told,
what of the lives I held once,
for a time,
in my hold?

Am I bold
to this running,
this longing to be always
up and leaving,
shunning reason
for this constant craving,
for another corner to caress creation,
to suppress starvation?

But hunger is not a harbour,
it is not where still waters rest, still.

It is the rest…

the current
carving chaos
into the crest, craving,
the waves
rushing up and over,
always and ever…

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In the Greenwood

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Just found this beautiful soothing song about the seasons. When you watch the video clip you also get to see a very nice selection of scenic and flower imagery including primula auricula. I loved it and it brightened up my day immensely (quite an achievement as I’m hammered by a flu bug at the moment and its the middle of winter here in New Zealand).

This reblog doesn’t seem to have pulled in the video clip but you can view it HERE

The Auricula Suite

In the Greenwood – the most wistful song from The Auricula Suite, and a celebration of the changing English seasons.

The flower moon is rising
Deer startle up on the hill
It reminds me that I’m far from home
When the clear night air is still
And cool is the spring here
When the hare runs along the hedge
My pretty flowers still bloom for you
With a green and silver edge
And the flower moon is full
The flower moon looks bright tonight
And the flower moon so full
.
Now I sleep alone I lay down in the greenwood
Now I sleep alone I lay down in the green leaves
.
By the time the harvest moon comes around
And the fox hides down in the field
There’s fire in the air and there’s storm in the hills
But my heart is still not healed
And it hurts…

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 7; OUR SHADE IN TIME

REBLOG: This is my favourite poem. When I read it I feel like I’m cosily cocooned within the layers, the “million meters mounded into magic”. I love how the shape of the text mirrors the shape of the dress. Savour the words that ripple and flow like the dress itself. For more poems and other writing, and for delightful photos in Paris head on over to Deuxiemepeau; Picturing Poetry by D. B. Donnelly.

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Deuxiemepeau; Picturing Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

Look for me
in the layers lost,
in the careful caress
that concerns the contours
of form and finesse. The million
meters mounded into magic, turned
and twisted into tastes now termed timeless,
look for me in the yards that yield towards yellow,
that burn into beauty, like ochre opening, that grow towards
the gleam of green, that flit and flow like a feather in flight, like rays
of the old days that ripple on the water. Look for me by the curt corners
of concrete where complacency converges, look for me where the columns congregate,
creation is not just a concept concerned with procreation
but with the colours and costumes

we claim to parade our personality.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Audio version available on Soundcloud:

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