There are times when I can see myself

through your eyes.

My pale face so in love

aching for the caress of a flaxen

haired boy racing through rolling fields.

Suddenly serious your adventurous eyes

sent yearning shivers through me.

I longed for your touch anytime and

kissed you opened mouth without

permission.

I adored your mock anger when you

chased me and the awkward way

you looked down at your hands.

Soon Autumn threw its shadow on

sprouting wheat, smooth and wet.

Now, I listen to the soft whisper

of your breathing through a half

closed door and know there are

different kinds of love

wild, ruthless, and unafraid.

161 thoughts on “A Different Kind of Love”

      1. Very true Rene, in hind sight, I would stick with wild, ruthless, and unafraid with the ruthless part being the search for cool cafes and live bands in little places. Maybe more pastries and coffee to keep my energy levels up too.

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          1. You aren’t kidding about that! Back in the day, I ate waaay too many pastries trying to keep up. They were like gas on the fire. Now, if I see a pastry on Instagram, I gain a pound so I save them for hiking and bear escapes now.

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          5. A good and fresh honey bun is my Kryptonite. I can be easily coerced with an oven heated honey bun. If the coffee pot is on too, I just surrender without a fight. Oops! I just gave away my most closely guarded secret. 😬

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          7. Oh yes. I can be had for a warm honey bun and cup of coffee. I’m very handy around the house. I do plumbing, electrical, heat and air, carpentry, paint…you name it. I can chop firewood wood too. You should see me split a big ole round with my trusty axe. You get all that for a honeybun and coffee. My grandmother use to get a professional vacuuming of her carpets for half a Little Debbie and 4 oz of Royal Crown Cola. She struck a hard bargain but I couldn’t turn it down. 😜

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          9. Waaa haaaa haaa! We did the same thing. It was a Florida cultural iconic experience. It couldn’t be weird if we all were doing it…could it? I had forgotten all about that.

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          11. I’m very positive peanuts in Royal Crown Cola or Coca-Cola was medicinal and energizing. Boiled peanuts in a brown paper bag were a thing and sweet tea with a lot of sugar and just a dip of the teabag was how we managed to grow into healthy and happy Floridians.

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          18. That sounds delightful. I will have the sweet tea ready and maybe some mint (not my favorite but we are in the south) listen to the cicada’s and the soft breeze in the Spanish Moss hanging from the Magnolia tree…by all means, you must stop by! I’ll wear my poncho.

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          19. I can’t wait to see which Beach worthy poncho you chose. I want a Python, armadillo, and iguana all sharing a beer under a large moss covered tree logo on my pocket with Tres Hombres written underneath. That will be a good conversation starter. C’ya Soon! 🙋🏻‍♂️

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          22. We have to dedicate some very manly ponchos to the Dragons. We don’t want to get on their bad side. I’m thinking along more feminine lines for the ladies. Maybe an imprint of Marilyn, or James Dean. Some sea shells and a sunrise. I like that.

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          23. Oh, I do like that for the ladies. For the guys, some Jason Momoa sculpting in the fabric and a life size print of Jason from the back should do nicely. Maybe add some leather trim too.

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          25. I believe in our idea so well, we should make a couple of prototypes and try them out for spring and summer. I think we should let David and Renate take a pair of ponchos on their sailing cruise and really give them a good test.

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          27. Exactly. I bet Renate likes to slip into David’s poncho with David in it too. I think David looks forward to that. I can imagine how fun it is to piggy back your girl around on the beach while she’s in your poncho with you. That could be a good selling point.

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  7. Dear Holly,
    This poem of young love is wildly evocative.
    You bring emotions to the surface, and leave them there … raw, almost haunting.
    I was so in love with that kind of love, I may have over sampled.
    Well, you know: one did run through the fields, another had a Triumph when I had a fringed buckskin, another was a sculptor who couldn’t afford a stone, many played in bands in their parents’ garages.
    Thank you for your “wild, ruthless, and unafraid” words!
    xoxoxo

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          7. I was replying on your blog to the reblog.
            I wrote: Thank dear PBH, RR, AGM Holly and Boogapony!
            I’m having more fun that one gal ought to be allowed.
            ❦💥🎭🙃🍷🎨❦♞🤗🍷, etc.

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          19. Hahahaha! I’m laughing out loud!
            Okay, I’ll have 2 wines. Norm has a bottle of tequila up here, but I’m sure if I even have 1 sniff, I’ll black out….. then have gas in the morning. Def not like one of your poems. Kinda the opposite actually! xoxo🍷👯‍♀️🍷

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  9. Oh Holly … this was absolutely beautiful to read. A perfect way to start the weekend with such exquisite tender imagery that overflows with longing. Gorgeous poetry! ❤ *chef kiss*

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  10. A different kind of love indeed Rene, when experienced through the eyes of another. To see the emotion and sense the feeling of how it feels to be wanted and to be loved. Always goes to the saying “If you could see yourself how I see you”, and you penned it perfectly.🌹

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  16. My love
    is a shapeshifter,
    looking now
    for a thing I never expected to exist,

    just to hold me
    through a place I never expected to be.

    We might not look like shapeshifters
    but
    the stories in our hearts
    often tell us otherwise.

    My love is croaking
    and cracking
    and true…

    but it never looks real in the pictures.

    Not next to you, kid –

    not next to you.

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