House of Heart

Your eyes are Himalayan  blue,

they mutate from sparkling stars to the silver

of a cold planet.

With indifference you defeat me

until I am nothing more than an empty

vessel sailed  away to write love letters

on the wings  of  distant angels.

When your  nights are long

you may find me in the brush of a

homeless Chartreux winding about your

feet or in the sunflower eyes  of a girl

passing by.

 

Vincent Van Gogh

 

 

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  4. I want a Chartreux! I promise when it brushed around my feet, I would remember you.
    Well, my alley cats will have to do until I find a homeless one. OMG! They cost a pretty penny.
    What terrific prose, Holly. You are hereby, officially, my fave poet. ❦❦❦

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        1. Thankfully we were not in the cone of Michael, having survived Andrew where we did not even have a landmark left to guide us home if we ventured out, my heart breaks for my neighbors to the north. Thank you dear Resa for thinking of us way down here xoxoxo

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          3. Here it is! ” I will search for the lost and bring back the strays, bind the the injured and strenghten the week”. I love that, I must see the beautiful movie! Thank you Mr. W.

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