brilliant bird your

fire still in my hair.

Gravity has pressed me to you,

Hold me in your cupped hands.

The wind has blown away all sanity

And we have become the feathered

tongues of muted birds

The hollow bones of faithless lovers.

Burnished anger waits silently

never be to be spoken

But sails away on

the wings of migrating birds.
 

 

Svetlana Ponamarenko

 

 

 

 

 

 

63 thoughts on “You

  1. Just beautiful, Holly! Your poetry always makes me think, often a visual thought. Today, this poem … I saw a jar of copper coloured honey. Like your voice, copper coloured honey. xo♥︎

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    1. So sweet Resa, thank you, you are a beautiful and generous soul, your words always inspire and bring a smile. Sending hugs xo ❤

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  2. Beautiful, I love your work, “that blew away all sanity and love became

    the feathered tongue of   muted birds,

    the rotted bones of faithless lovers”

    This gave me the chills. You are a genius and a witch, the way you write is witchcraft. You are brilliant Holly ❤❤

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  3. Becoming one with nature and only someone as beautiful as you can do that, this was lovely…I love how you incorporated you in the bird, it just brought the writing together for me. You have a way with words making them lovely❤️. Thank you gorgeous.🌹

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