Firelight dances through the bistro,
We lean in close and when our eyes meet
the rain storm streaming down the
stain glass window reclaims us.
Swept away through sea caves,
caverns and seal black maelstroms
we ride the darkness,
diving deep we take what we need.
Thieves, we steal only from ourselves.

80 thoughts on “washed away

  1. You’ve written exquisitely stunning moment in a stormy time, and I am in the mood for darkness.
    Thank you!
    My new AG is dark, the darkest I’ve ever done. Yet, like this poem, she is rich and beautiful.
    Sent you a sneak peek! ❦❦❦
    (Hey, that song is A+ & the singer is A+++)

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          1. Royal.. yes… I was thinking something midnight regal…royal. OR a night bird.. like a nightingale … not an owl.
            Hey, after this my next Art Gown is for Gi. It’s a white cat wedding gown. Lol, the opposite of this one in a way.
            It will be very unique. I’m not sure, but I think it will involve shredding lace.

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  2. Oh yeah, that’s classic Ms. H. I’ve known Beth Hart before she got tattoos and curves. Nobody sings the blues like she does. And your poem, those eyes, that dive into seal black darkness, I can see and feel it. You bring it Holly. That one-two punch of your’s has my head elves watching stars circling overhead. I need a bourbon- no ice before the next set.

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    1. I remember Beth too when she was sans tattoo and a bit tamer prior to her collaboration with Joe Bonamassa. Thank you for the fabulous comment Mr. H . Enjoy your bourbon, I prefer mine with ice and a cherry. 😊

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      1. I see we have a similar enjoyment of Blues Rock and Jazz Fusion, fancy words for soul rockin’ songs. Beth and Joe are a true East meets West collaboration, which I do enjoy. A girl can never have too many tattoos if she wears leather and drinks her bourbon with ice and a cherry. I’m a little partial to ink, leather, and fine bourbon. Geez, here I am, confessing after only one drink. One more and I’ll be rambling about the stars at night in Patagonia.

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        1. It’s summertime in Patagonia, ( is there anywhere you haven’t been?) I could say that about here though we like to call 70 F winter. It’s great leather weather still. Confessions are always welcome here.

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          1. Summertime is the best time for fun but Autumn is my season. I got a little cheated this year but she has finally arrived here. I haven’t been everywhere but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Ah yes, Autumn colors, black leather, cool weather. Reminds me of the time…(music turns up) 😎

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  3. Haven’t seen writing like yours in a while, since a British Literature class as elective. Didn’t say I liked it. Just haven’t seen writing like this in a while. It’s your thing, your genre, your people. Kudos.

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      1. You´re the master of this art,and I´m the disaster. I like reading you when time permits, I learn. You won´t see very deep things or things like your writing on my blog since it is called crazy life, but i do read you and others ( don´t get jealous!) and write it down on paper and basically try to mimick you, then I slowly start to learn what can work for me or not. So you are a great help.

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          1. The…. Greatest Poet would be more apropiate, but I´ll sick with FINE.

            At what age did you start writing, why, and is it only poetry and if it is why?

            Just curious, don´t answer obviously in a public fórum if you don´t want, but I think it would be interesting to know and learn, always keepon learnig is my motto.

            You should write a post about that.

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          2. Dear Greatest Poet, I started writing poems around eight years old. I don’t know why I write….yes, we are always learning even when we think there is nothing left to that is new!
            Have a wonderful day Charlie!

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