When dreams pull me under
I call out across the ocean.
You meet me at  the shore
and there is nothing to  hold to
but silvery shadows that cross
and uncross in our slumbering sea.
I bend to you as fragile as  sea foam
tossed in wind rifts  you release
from unfastened hands. 
This is how I love you, a prisoner of repetition,
like endless waves you come and go.




art by Victor Bauer

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          1. In reality, Holly, you light up everyone’s life with your amazing poetry and your loveliness as represented by Resa in her adorable drawings of you in her art gowns.

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  1. I adore it here, where your poem has put me.
    Somehow I feel fresh and free, for a prisoner.
    The repetition is cleansing.
    A wonderful dichotomy of words and sensations, dear Holly!

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  2. What a romantic and poetic poem again, Holly. I love this line “I bend to you as fragile as sea foam”. A wonderful comparison of devotion and getting lost in someone. And the “prisoner of repetition.. coming and going like waves”… says it all…

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          1. We have a mutual admiration society going on then because your poetry blows me away every time I read you. You are incredibly gifted and extremely generous to make me feel such encouragement! Thank you Candice , this means so much to me.


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