Browsing through souvenirs

I am reminded of you.

The door to the past swings open

releasing sleek eels of memories

where I am nothing or at best

a trembling leaf lost on a autumn breeze.

Do you ever think of me?

See me in constellations pressed against the sky,

hear me in the surge of the tide?

I would seek comfort in the moon but I am

so trivial and he is taken by the stars.

In dreams my tongue is a crimson snake

Hungrily flicking the skin of your thigh

curling around the catch in my throat.

He is god and has named me regret.

I close our door with pried fingers.

I’ve given up on prayer hands.

Dove Mouth

Art by Rita Hardy

128 thoughts on “Blasphemy”

  1. “In my dreams is a, f’ t’, crimson snake.” The weirdest dream I ever had was at uni in 2004, when a T. Rex was destroying my uni in Nottingham. And the T. Rex’s head was Brad Pitt’s. I may have mentioned this before because it’s a favourite anecdote of mine, although somewhat unrelated to your excellent poem here.

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          5. Madam, you don’t need a Ferrari. You need a Reliant Robin! I guess we’ll clash on this one. I like minimalism. I donut have car. I have a helicopter out back, but otherwise I generally tend to perambulate within districts Manchester City Council deems socially acceptable. Innit.

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  6. This poem, Holly, sings the desperate song of a woman in the abandon. The man who was like her god forgets her and calls her ” Regrets ” . Why to pray more , indeed . Love become Regret.
    Love ❤
    Michel

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  16. Powerful imagery and emotion in your words and your selection of art, Rene. The hallmark of House of Heart is indeed the careful and detailed examination of the heart that beats in most of us. Certainly, I feel this poem beating in my own heart as memories are conjured up like a cast spell of magic. 💖🤗

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  21. I’ve given up on Prayer Hands…. too.
    Those souvenirs are but veneers of our lives, of interest only to those who come beyond us.
    Poetry, books and all writing are souvenirs, to be cherished by future lovers of our creative minds.
    I’ve no doubt that your words will be cherished, always. xx

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          1. xo❤️xo
            Working on the Monarch post, but it looks like Charlie Zero is posting the black door I painted with his micro poem tomorrow.
            So, I’ll reblog… then it’s the Monarch post.

            Holly… it’s so cold here, now. Our furnace water pump broke down. Uch.. I hope it works now. The wonderful repair person just left.
            66 degrees in the apartment.

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          5. HUGS!! The furnace is finally fixed. I just reblogged the door Charlie 0 & I did. Am working on the Monarch post. I can hardly wait for you to see my very own mural. I’ll be putting your poem in the post! xoxo

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          6. I’m glad you finally have some heat! I’ll be over to read you and Charlie Zero. I’m so excited about your mural and thrilled you are included my poem! You’re the best! xoxo

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  22. Really loved this, Holly!! You perfectly captured the feelings! Especially loved your lines –
    “where I am nothing or at best

    a trembling leaf lost on a autumn breeze.

    Do you ever think of me?
    Bellissimo!!!
    xoxo

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  24. Holly. My God, Holly, you stupefy me! I’m in tears, trembling in fact. The emotion, the raw bleeding emotion that came through was so powerful I could taste every single word you wrote. I’m catching my breath as I write this! Your talent stuns me and leaves me knowing I am in the presence of a Great Talent. I’m still in tears ….

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    1. Dear Amy, you’re so amazingly kind and encouraging. I don’t have words to express how much that means to me. You are such a beautifully generous friend. Please know how much your words mean to me. ❤️

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  26. “I close our door with pried fingers”, what a powerful line itself. Peeking in the past, pressing in the present and fighting for the future. Wanting that remembrance but learning to do without, such touching words only you can do Rene.😂

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      1. 🙂 I couldn’t really tell you. Sometimes it’s a combination of your words and the images or videos you select. If dig a little deeper (and I was trained to be wary of one’s own interpretations) It seems to me that… even when the subject is dark, your work is full of “joie de vivre”. Energy. Spirit. (Fight) 🙂
        You are a heart of fire. And that makes me smile in a- very- positive way. 🙂

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