a morning tide,
sunrise burned into the
sky – fire.
A breaking not of waves or light
something inside.
The wing beat of sea gulls
scattered across the sky
regathering they pass by again
Last night I held you
crumbling leaves you fell
through my fingers
surrendering your last sigh
you slipped away.
art by Rick Loggia
Holly, a metaphor for a broken relationship that withers and crumbles? Or, one where we are less when not emboldened by a partner? Keith
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Lovely interpretation Keith. Thank you!
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I think i follow Keith’s meaning. But wonderful indeed, Holly! Thank you for sharing wonderful thoughts. Michael
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Thank you Michael.
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🙂
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a sunrise burned into the
sky… fire. I can almost taste that in a delicious wave of imagery.
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Thank you so much Watt.
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Loved that ending.
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Thank you Bojana.
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Love this H ! X ❤
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Thank you so much Ogden ♥️
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This is so lovely, Holly.
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Thank you Roberta.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Jan. Very appreciated
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‘Like driftwood slip away’ I like that a lot ~ George
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Thank you George. I’m so glad you like it!
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Delightful prose!
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Thank you, lovely comment.
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You’re welcome Holly. 🙂
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😊
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Beautiful word picture and a melancholy finale. Love this Holly! ❤️
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Thank you so much Meg ❤
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My pleasure as always!
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❤
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wonderful words
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Beautiful as always my dear 🙂
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Thank you Gyslaine!
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I simply love your analogies, Holly. “You crumble like dry leaves in the palm of my hand”, amazing!
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Thank you Erika. I’ll be over to the “share the light tonight”. 🙂
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Oh, awesome 😊😁
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😊
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Lovely, Holly!
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Thank you Merril.
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You’re very welcome.
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You’ve captured the beauty of seagulls and the beach side of what moments we cherish the view. 🙂 Love this poem a lot. 🙂
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Thank you Charlie, means a lot! 😊
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You are welcome. 🙂 My heart feels happy reading this incredible work by you. 🙂
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I could ask for nothing more 😊
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🙂
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Wow I love it when that happens. Beautiful Holly ❤
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Thank you MM ❤
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Hope you are doing well sweet Holly ❤
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All is well MM. I hope you are too! ❤
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“Like driftwood slip away” amazing imagery!
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Thank you so much !
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The wing beat of sea gulls…fabulous. ❤
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Thank you Gigi ♥️
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Reblogged this on LIVING THE DREAM.
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Thank you China, very appreciated!
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This is heartbreaking Miss Heart. Skillfully done with the utmost brevity, a skill I have never mastered.
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You always see right through Mr C. Thank you kindly.
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Hmmm I think you are rather more enigmatic than that Miss Heart.
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More beauty written by you… lovely!
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Thank you so much 🌺
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And thank you for the beauty!
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Beautiful. I also love how you structered it.
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Thank you Charlie!
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No thank charlyyyy, It was a real god read like the others.
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Thank you still.
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ich hoffe, du bist gut in die Woche gestartet?????????
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Ich hatte ein schönes Wochenende, aber seit Sonntag ist es jeden Tag gestürmt … die Blumen lieben es.
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die Blumen ja, aber,,,,,,,,,
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Danke Klaus, have a beautiful day!
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Beautiful, Holly. I read this as a death of something cherished, a relationship, a dream, a loved one. The sea and birds are wonderful metaphors for eternity, freedom, and rising flight. So moving.
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Thank you For your thoughts on this Diane. It is a lament. 🌹
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Beautiful Nature , morning tide, sunrise and seagulls flying around are the frame of breaking. Moving contrast, Holly.
Love ❤
Michel
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Thank you Michel ❤️
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Yes nature always is there whatever human behaviors.
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This is fabulous! It feels peaceful, and strong.
It feels eternity, yet fleeting.
Sorry I am so late to the party! I keep disappearing to sew!
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Thank you Resa. When you gotta sew you gotta sew 🧵
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Yeah.. sew what!
Been reading up on holly, the plant. She’s going to have some awesome powers!!!
There’s a Blue Princess Holly!!!
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Princess Holly. I like that. I want a tiara.
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Her tiara will be shaped like a holly leaf, out of titanium with a sapphire in the centre. It will be hi-tech and online. I’m thinking a hi-tech eyepatch on one eye, and her other eye always covered by a swoop of her long red hair. I did a rough up last night.
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Oh my gosh! A tiara! and a hi tech patch? I am so excited! 👸 ❤
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Yeah…sexy… buccaneer type outfit… knee boots … she can poison you, put a curse on you or heal you, depending. There’s more! It’s all based on research I did on holly plants!
She can grow to 15 feet if intimidated.
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Holly Plants have a lot of defenses or if one is well behaved there’s the healing. I can’t wait to see her in all her glory…15 feet, wow.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you kindly Chuck.
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“crumble like dry leaves” wow…just wow!
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Thank you Ethan.
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Bonjour gentille fille
Le joli mai a pointé son nez depuis quelques jours
Mai est si gai d’habitude que les fleurs s’en amusent
Le muguet en premier, il sourit par son parfum
Lui le lilas rit aux éclats
Mai est un mois ivres des senteurs, de liberté

Les oiseaux sifflent à cœur joie
Le joli mois de mai joue avec le soleil
fait bondir et danser les enfants
Le mois de mai réveille le printemps qui dormait
c’est la fête des prairies, des parcs, des arbres
des sous bois, ou se cache muguet dans ses feuilles vertes
Mais MAI chez moi nous a réservé une surprise la semaine dernière
Les toits , champs , arbres ce sont retrouvés sous une couche de neige
Gros bisous
Belle journée , bonne semaine
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Bonjour Bernard, merci. Have a lovely day.
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Like a board drifting away
Hello and how are you
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Hello Sheldon, thank you for reading, I am well, I hope you are too!
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I’m as well as I can be for being a parent of a 13yr old
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Good luck, been there.
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Immagini che diventano sensazioni potenti questo mi arriva.
sherabbraccicari 💙❤💚
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Thank you so much Sher! ❤
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my thanks sweety 💙🌹
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Beautifully written. First of all, I love sunrises at the beach, so for me, wonderfully captured. But my mood changed to sadness with the dry leaves.
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Thank you Frank. This poetry is s Lament, that is a reasonable response.
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I Don‘t know how I missed this lovely poem. The letting go is freedom, love, and surrender.
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Thank you Dan!
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