Unwillingly I follow

paths from the past

That summon me without

consent.

There lies your winter coat

where we once lay,

buried among decaying needles

Of a forest floor that smells of

burning pines. The silence is as hard

as the sound of pounding hooves or as

soft as the moon rising above your

kingdom of stars.

 

Excerpt from  Gurkski’s  ” Il me faut t’abandonne”

“Come dusk is when my mind walks out

from where I fence myself in,

my dark room of nightly delights where

I encounter her,  my queen of all things blue

and we fight right from the start

To  make me love her even more.

I place the hands of my heart to gather*

my hunting spirit, follow her footprints

into our forests of  love and war.”

 

 

 

 

 

83 thoughts on “of love and war

  1. “Memories that summon without consent. “ Some memories are contained in drops of water that bleed from eyes that look back. We give water to a thirsty past. Is there a greater tribute? Your poem and excerpt had that magic quality of vision that is timeless and profoundly emotional.

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      1. You get me everytime, Rene. I sometimes think the House of Heart is like the wardrobe in the Narnia Chronicles. When I enter, the mindscape adventure begins. It’s my favorite thing to do. 😊

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          1. I find my self a bit jealous. It is below freezing here after a stormy week. I still haven’t been able to get out but I know this mass of water and freezing temperatures are turning my favorite trails in the mountains into an ice forest of stalagtites and stalagmites and frozen waterfalls. This kid does love to play in that winter wonderland.

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          2. I have seen the dreadful weather passing through that area, hopefully you will soon be able to explore the natural wonders left in it’s wake. Don’t forget your scarf and gloves.

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  2. Wonderful post, Holly! I adore your poem, and I adore the excerpt from Gurkski.
    There may be inspired parallels, but all in all, each is very unique.
    A very piquing post, my dear! 🤔💖🏍

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  3. Bonjour mon amie et belle jeune fille HEART
    C’est l’heure pour moi de passer.
    Dans ton bel univers déposer un petit
    Commentaire d’amitié te dire que je ne t’oublie pas
    Malgré mon absence ou si peu sur le net
    Si chacune de mes pensées
    Se transformeraient en fleurs
    Chaque jour un bouquet
    Viendrait embellir ta demeure

    C’ est toute la douceur de leurs parfums
    Que je t’envoie!!!! rien qu’à toi.
    gros bisous.Bernard

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  4. Reblogged this on Neues vom Hutschi and commented:
    Holly Hunter
    Von Liebe und Krieg

    Nicht bereit dafür reise ich,
    um zu überleben,
    durch Erinnerungen, die sich einfinden,
    ohne Einklang.
    Da liegt dein Wintermantel,
    wo einst unsere Rücken waren,
    halb begraben im fallenden Schnee,
    jetzt verrotten sie zwischen Zapfen und Nadeln.
    Der Waldboden riecht nach brennender Kiefer
    und Stille ist wie der Klang stampfender
    Hufe oder sanft wie der zunehmende Mond
    in deinem Reich der Sterne.

    Auszug aus Gurkskis “Il me faut t’abandonne”
    „Komm, Dämmerung ist, wenn meine Gedanken fortwandern,
    von da, wo ich mich einzäune,
    mein dunkler Raum nächtlicher Freuden, wo
    ich ihr begegne, meiner Königin aller blauen Dinge,
    und wir kämpfen von Anbeginn,
    dass ich sie noch mehr liebe.
    Ich nehme die Hände meines Herzens
    einzufangen mein jagendes Wesen, folge ihren Spuren
    in unsere Wälder aus Liebe und Krieg.“

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