Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Carnal Apple by Pablo Neruda

 

 

I   feel the brush  of

your  hand as cold as winter’s breath,

glimpse you in lightning strokes  through my  window.

Your steps come and go down  halls still echoing with sorrow.

So  that you may see what is left of me

I’ve etched your eyes to mine.

We are more than  two  souls dismembered

by scythes of devastation that scattered

us like dried flowers.

 

He goes where gravity pulls  him,

through shimmering curtains

like the wind.

He slips down her cheek like a teardrop

to the hollow of her throat into dreams

that fade like  summer grass.

A  conscious finger of stars,

imagined hands   that  reach for

mown  fields,  the brush of weeping willows,

the shimmer of a cool pond.

 

84 thoughts on “Quietus

  1. EGADS!
    “shimmering” describes your poetry, not just here, but everywhere you leave your words.
    That you defined the stanzas in regular type, then italics, is a testament to your ability to help us read your message.
    Thank you, dear Holly! ❦❦❦

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  2. I think remaining speechless would be the best I could do, but failing that, I want to say to understand the depth of heart and soul where this comes from is to know soul rendering loss and the haunting that loss can be. Beautiful in every way, Quietus paints a vivid picture in my mind that engages all the senses and emotions I am familiar with, to include those too powerful to withstand. Cyber hugs and thank you Rene. 🤗💙

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      1. I feel you Rene. The most beautiful souls were forged in the crucible of pain and sorrow. Only then can we appreciate the smallest things that matter. It is the wellspring of creativity and connection to humane thoughts and deeds. To me, it’s a place of piquant beauty you express so well. 💕

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          1. We kindred souls just do it naturally. Who says we dark gothic steampunk vampires don’t like the light from time to time. And, it’s always more fun with a dear friend. 🧛🏻‍♂️🧛‍♀️

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