In my infinite smallness
looking out across the ocean
my arms are albino snakes
basking in the sun and the
hot sand burns my bare feet.
Pearls of abalone are strewn
across the sand and a
garland of stars is tied to nothing but my  hand.
I am the universe lending life to
solid stone as the  sun streams
down my throat where there is no voice.
A childโ€™s  laughter rings through
Ancient coves where
lovers await the rushing tide
to tumble them  into the sun again.
Beneath my feet lies a carpet of Jacaranda
and my empty hands carry no burden but love.
art by Steve Hanks

182 thoughts on “Cliff Girl

  1. Fantastic, Holly. You are like “A treasure of pearls are strewn stardust across the sand…” One of the many lovely images within this wonderful poem.

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  2. I looked out
    over my vastness…
    my unfilled,
    secret,
    sovereign self…
    my free place in the edgeless dark…
    my sea cave,
    billowing with tide…
    I looked out
    over so much that I want…
    so much that I need…
    so much that I am…

    dancing
    like a moon in deep blue shoes…

    dancing
    like a thing that melts…

    dancing
    like a thing that still knows hope,

    breaking like shells
    and
    sad little feet.

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      1. If I could right now, I would. Armies of them, bleeding tears melted from their plumage.
        Being human, in a massive, expansive way that humans are being taught to forget…
        but perhaps ice angels might remember.

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  3. ‘and my empty hands carry no burden but love.’
    Be still my beating heart. Such a beautiful last line AND I wasn’t sure how this poem would end. I did know though I was in the hands of a master. That the line would send me right back to the beginning and it did.

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  4. Holly, you and Erika have tandem poems today about women looking off into the sea. Maybe, there are no men involved and the two women are looking at the ocean between them. Only they and the sea know. Keith

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      1. He’s a singer, popular in a time past. ‘Oron must love this poem beyond words, because he makes a joke. I’m not a fan of Cliff Richard, either. Hmmm…. so I love this poem, too!

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          1. Le sigh! Kieth Richards!
            I read his autobiography “Life”; out loud, to Norm. Definitely the standard for rock star bios! If you haven’t read it, treat yourself!!!
            xo

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          2. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฅ‚๐ŸŽผ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฅ‚๐ŸŽผ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฅ‚๐ŸŽผ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ

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          3. ๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿฅ‚๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿฅ‚๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿฅ‚
            Will let you know what songs they play. It will be a songs night, as the singer/rhythm guitar & drummer were in a band together for years.
            Born To Be Wild is one of their faves… and lots of RS!!!!

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          4. They play Born to Be Wild a lot. Magic Carpet Ride… not so much.
            …waiting to hear what they play… sometimes Fly Like An Eagle! ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿป๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ’ƒ
            OH… the warming up sounds!

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          5. There are many fairies. I keep them in a very large bell jar because they love it in there with all the star dust. Theyโ€™ve been wanting to fly over to Canada, be there Sunday in time for the band!

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      1. โค โค
        Hey! People are walking on the sand!
        ๐ŸŽผ Hey you get offa my stars ๐ŸŽผ
        … Oh.. right…it's cloud!
        Guess I got KR on the brain!

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          1. I love that. Your gowns are wild flowers and roses crystals and silk … poetry And rainbows ๐ŸŒˆ Strauss and the Stones. ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿฅ‚๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿผโค๏ธ

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          2. Dear Holly!
            You know where my love & inspiration grows!
            I’m so excited!! I did a 3 hour walk today, found a black panther art and bought 6 new paint brushes.
            IT’S MUSIC NIGHT!! Eeeee! The guys will be here in 1/2 hour.
            I just want to draw, paint and do whatever the music leads me to do.
            I bet they play some Stones songs!! Will let you know every Stones song they play!
            ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿฅ‚๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿผโค๏ธ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿฅ‚๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿผโค๏ธ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿฅ‚๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿผโค๏ธ

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          3. I’m taking my laptop to the bed with me. That’s where I draw. The drum kit is RIGHT under the bed…. basically, so is the entire band.
            So, I’ll leave a song title here, if it’s one of the ones… or another one of the ones!
            Love you!! ๐Ÿฅณ๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿฅณ๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽจ

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  5. Yes, what they all said. The photo realism of Hankโ€™s painting and the beautiful scene your poem creates is stunning in how it so quickly pulls me in. There is the vitality of untethered love in a joyful moment.

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      1. Completely free and untethered is something a lot of us are dreaming about. I found Cliff Girl especially soothing in that respect.

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          1. I did go there to see what you saw and it was beautiful. Iโ€™d love following that creek into the jungle for a day or two. And those monkeyโ€™s, I didnโ€™t trust them. Rascals.

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          2. You are wise to be cautious around monkeys and all their cousins. Very few of them had parents that taught them good manners around ladies.

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