Browsing  my  journals

I am reminded of the past.

The door  swings open

releasing sleek eels of memories

where I am nothing or at best

a trembling leaf  caught in a spring  breeze.

Do you ever think of me

find  me in constellations pressed against the sky

or hear me in the sigh of  an incoming 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 that

flicks  hungrily along  the length of your thigh

curling around the catch in my throat.

You are god and have  named me regret.

I close our door with pried fingers.

I’ve given up on prayer hands.

 

Dove Mouth

 

 

Art by Rita Hardy

161 thoughts on “Blasphemy

  1. Here is that opium den of remembrance. Every line leads me to, “…and he has named me regret.” Such reflection is murderous to the soul but necessary if we are to understand life and ourselves. Beautifully done Rene.

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  2. Rene, this is brilliant. How do you manage to make a wound feel like a caress? What’s your secret?
    You are god and have named me regret.
    I close our door with pried fingers.
    Beautiful sweetheart. Really beautiful.
    xoxoxo…

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  3. This was gorgeous, Holly! You always paint such vivid wonderful imagery that sweeps the reader along – turning such relatable memories of wistful regret into something beautiful. ❤️

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  4. To let stuff in this deep…
    to dive into your vulnerability…
    and keep it intimate,
    even when it hurts…
    to do this well, and return with it beautiful…
    that’s a gift.
    Whether your life seems triumph or tragedy….
    you remain a gift within it.
    I hope you can treasure that as others do.

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  5. You amazed me again with how colorful, vibrant, and metaphoric you describe feelings of a moment. You always manage to draw me into the scenery completely!

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  6. This is the best of the best I have read in a long long time .. what a fantastic fabulous writer you are Holly. It’s epic and like a screenplay it unfolds , the scenes before my eyes as I read your verse

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  7. I’m trying to write a poem. Remember that street art pic I thought looked like you hanging upside down as a child?
    Yeah… I’m on about that. Is that okay? ❦

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      1. Luis Bunuel said he was glad to be brought up a Catholic because otherwise he would have never experienced the pleasure of blasphemy with quite the same intensity. My pleasure.

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  8. There are so many great klines here that stand out as many other have pointed out, but for me constellation against the sky/incoming tide truly resonated.
    Beautiful beautiful piece Holly. I can’t emphasize enough how much I loved this one.

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  9. “Do you ever think of me

    find me in constellations pressed against the sky

    or hear me in the sigh of an incoming tide?

    I would seek comfort in the moon but I am

    so trivial and he is taken by the stars.”

    This is such an intricately written piece and these lines truly pulled my heartstrings. This poetry is gorgeous with such meaningful metaphors and beautiful imagery.

    Stay safe!

    Enigma 🙂

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