cover the sky with your hand

the summit of your palm is the moon.

Your fingers are streams of stardust

sweeping across ancient dunes

or the slender branches of willows

gliding through desert sand

soft and sediment.

Your words sting like bees that linger

thawing like ice on your tongue.

The heart of every woman you have

loved lives inside me

the cracking bones of beating wings

resounding against fixed walls

whispers of moments come and gone.

Recall my eyes as time,

you have lived here a thousand years

92 thoughts on “A Thousand Years

  1. I will need to live here one more year.
    You see, dear Holly, each of the lines in your poem… the moon, the stardust, branches and dunes on and on and into your other poems is like a collective tale. You are a poetry Scheherazade.
    Each year is a night, each night is a tale.

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          1. After seeing your Scheheraholly post, ‘Oron wants his own post. I told him I had a vicious dinosaur wearing a crown, that resembles Mr. Wapojif. He’s all in! …But he has to wait until after my new Art Gowns post coming soon!

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  2. Holly, what beautiful words as well as the song and video. Maybe I am off, but the words from your poem note his words sting like bees, along with the cracking bones of beating wings of all the women he has loved, make me think she does not believe his love is pure, as he has loved so many others. So, she let’s him go. The Sting song implies he has pledged his love for an eternity, yet she let’s the bird go to fly away.

    I guess I could intepret this a different way, but that is what I came away with? Is that a reasonable interpretation of your words? Keith

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    1. I was thinking more in terms of the infinite connection between woman and man from an evolutionary perspective. Re the video, I thinks itโ€™s visually gorgeous. Thank you your interpretation. I like that too.


  3. Beautifully written.
    Something to hold on to
    when I fade
    like a freight train whalesong
    into the distance.
    I’ll just have to leave you,
    doing what you do so well,
    as my last bonfire catches on the breeze,
    carrying burns and chaos
    where poems used to be.

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    1. I know, Resa is a poet at heart and I love every word!
      Thank you Michel, your messages are always inspiring and so encouraging and appreciated! I look forward to your visits.
      Love, โค


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