A hummingbird is etched
at the nape of my neck
below a storm of hair
between a shiver of shoulders.
She hovers like a tiny moon
sipping cruets of honeysuckle.
My thoughts are a cutlass of emotion,
a chisel of shame or the begging
tongue of a starving feral.
Outside pink berries perch on pale slopes
inside a harvest of Robin’s eggs,
cached safe from the graze of sharp
teeth slicing through a sky blue dress.
My apple heart harbors man
whose anger is a ligature winding.
Its beat is the warm river of release
or a bleed across across a torn canvas
tatuajestatua
Strong imagery.
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Thank you.
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Sure❤️❤️
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Your comments are always appreciate. ♥️
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Another remarkable Poem Holly, “She hovers like a tiny moon
sipping cruets of honeysuckle.”… Just a beautiful line.. ❤ 🙂
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Thank you Sue. ♥️
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Always lovely
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Thank you Lynz
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Visually pleasing. 🙂
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ThAn you.
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You paint a very pretty picture, Holly!
The cheeky side of me thought, aha, she got a new tattoo! Then I saw the tattoo. This means you might have a tattoo or not have a tattoo. I could be over thinking the whole thing.
A Frank Angle had a writing challenge. IF -I wrote a poem out of Song Titles with IF in them. Not as beautiful as this piece of prose you’ve penned, but hey! 😀
I hab a code from -20C and wind, bud hobefully I will recubber, soon!
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Thank you Resa. You must get well right away. I still have time to get in on Frank Angle’s IF challenge. I will look for you there! 🙂
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Beautiful and sharp-edged, Holly. Another wonderful poem.
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Thank you Diane !
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You paint with your words. Beautiful.
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Thank you Drew. Smiles.
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Love your poetry!
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Thank you Patricia 😊
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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ThNk you so much!
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Apple woman. Hmmm. ‘not sure I remember apple flowers. White I think. No perfume?
🙂
(How have you been?)
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I’m wonderful. How are you! It’s “Cherry pink and apple blossom time“. Perfume? I’ll take some Chanel if you are in Paris.
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Words that would entice
a thaw, a picture to draw,
upon any canvass of ice.
My device won’t allow me to ‘Like’ this twice’
… after trying thrice.
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A beautiful comment, thank you!
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So beautiful Holly. You paint a perfect picture with your words.
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Thank you Gigi!
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Beautifully penned. Loved your choice of words… 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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Thank you Jon 😊
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Love it!
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Oh, Holly!!!!! Whoa, really loved this so much. Your words are so elegantly descriptive and captivating!! I so loved your between the lines and in the shadows theme too! Bellissimo, Holly, Bellissimo!!!
xoxo
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Thank you for the lovely comment Chuck. xoxo
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Holly, I so love this poem! Your words are stunning! Really loved your “below a storm of hair” and many others!! Bellissimo, Holly, Bellissimo!!
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Thank you so much Chuck.
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Thank you Chuck. , lovely comment.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come and read Holly’s word portrait – Apple Woman
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Thank you so much Chuck!
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Beautiful words and painting
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Thsnk you so much
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Excellent imagery.
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Thank you so much.
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Reblogged this on Whisper and the Roar and commented:
Holly at House of Heart
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Thank you Christine.
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Very lovely and passionate – well done!
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Thank you so much.
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Bonjour ou Bonsoir JOLIE FILLE
De te connaître c’est le bonheur
C’est ce qu’il y a de meilleur
T’offrir se partage cela viens du cœur
De t’avoir parmi mes amis c’est de l’or
C’est plus qu’un trésor
Je me sens plus fort
Chacun de tes passages est réconfort
Alors à toi je dis merci
Grâce à toi je souris
Car tout ce que j’avais envie,
C’était de te dire merci, merci d’être mon Ami
Bonne journée ou soirée
Gros bisous
Bernard
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Un message beau et réconfortant cher Bernard. Etre ton ami est un vrai honneur. Ayez la plus belle journée, prenez mes souhaits les plus chauds avec vous. Merci, Gros bisous!
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Holly- this post was selected as the Barista Favorite on our February 22nd Pay It Forward post. May I have permission to post in full on Go Dog Go, properly cited to you with a link back to your blog?
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I’m delighted Christine. Thank you , I am honored and you surely have my permission and gratitude
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<3<3 Be sure to thank Eric Syrdal– he posted the link to your piece.
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I will surely do that. Thank you ♥️♥️
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Amazing.. 🖤
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Thank you ☺️
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This one starts out lightly, gently but those teeth are sharp and full of passion. . . Whoa!
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Great pleasure reading you.
Thanks a lot.
Shera 🌷
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