Tender Places

The small lake shimmers with light

reeds rustle beneath

the feet of a fawn

leaning forward her pink tongue

curls backward

spattering the sweetness of life

into her nose and eyes

spotted ears pull sideways

heeding the sigh of the forest

the breath of a breeze

the kiss of sunlight transforms

autumn gold to green

beyond the edge of the wood

fall collides with spring

in  tender places of the wild

Do No Harm

image © Joan Eger

The Woman in the Mirror

is A child that looks out

from eyes that weep diamonds

or liquid fire spills from the curve of her lip

burns trails down her cheeks

those voices inside roll in on waves

of ocean-like silence from the pit of her belly

(is that possible?)

cold clouds rain down from some god-forsaken

depth that like the tender touch of heartbreak

pleads come and rest.

Photographer unknown, public domain

Holly’s Valentine Corn bread treats…Chicklet Valentine’s Day Party begins…

Clarence isn’t the first to need to lie down after enjoying my cooking. I hope I baked enough. Everyone says I did. ❤️

Rethinking Life

The guests have arrived and the Chicklet Valentine’s Day Party has officially begun.  Clarence was in charge of setting up Holly’s Corn bread treats for an after breakfast snack.  Unfortunately, Clarence decided to taste test the corn bread and couldn’t seem to control himself.

When interviewed for The Coop newspaper, he simply chirped, “It was just so delicious, what else could I have done?”   Everyone understood his dilemma and a meeting was held where a rule was passed, saying that no one could be in charge of food products alone.  At least two beings would have to be present for the set-up.

Everyone felt much better after that.  The good news is that Holly made enough corn bread for everyone, so no one will go without a slice, or two.

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A Bouquet of Holly

Dearest Resa, you brilliant super nova, how do I thank you for all the fun and wonderful  friendship that we share. This, completely unexpected, blows me away. Thank you my friend and favorite co-conspirator! You are Awesome ❤️

Art Gowns

Holly, as Rene Rosso; drawn to 3 hours of Janis Joplin.

Good evening! Welcome to ABouquet of Holly. I’m AGM Marina, your host for this Art Gowns Special.

It all began when Resa wanted to say Thank you to Holly for posting a Cheetah Girls video. Click on the pic of my new gown (above) and visit the post!

Resa (One-Eye) is ever thankful to Holly – House of Heart for all the inspiration over the years, and quite frankly it’s about time that a gala event was held in her honour.

Yes, Resa wrote that poem, for Holly. Not quite the same as a Holly poem, but still delivers a heartfelt message.

When I was asked to host, I immediately thought of two gifts, two paintings for Holly.

“One for the ocean during sunset or dawn [Holly time 🥰]
Atom Sea No18 Watercolour”
We will get…

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Valentine’s Day practice continues…

♥️

Rethinking Life

Fae is going to be the emcee for the show.  This morning, she was standing on stage, in front of the empty barn, practicing her opening lines.  Two of the Stage Craft chicklets said she was wonderful.

Because of the weather forecast, some of the guests will be arriving early, so the Housekeeping Committee is exceptionally busy.  All in all, they are on top of things and there are hearts popping up everywhere.

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She Doesn’t Speak French

On sleepless nights

I stroll the left bank in sequined heels

My Eyelids heavy with smoky glitter

Among the art I find you

Your essence pierces my veins

Settles in the pool of my heart

Dim lights flicker their last warning in

the cafe where like willows we sway

To long forgotten love songs

Then you are gone never hearing  Je t’aime

the only French I know.

Image result for art by Mark Spain

Mark Spain Art

“Je t’aime, Je t’aime  (lyrics by Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin)

“I love you

Like a fool like a soldier

Like a movie star

I love you I love you

Like a wolf like a king

Like a man that I am not

 I love you like that”

Falling Leaves

The blue sky has acquiesced to cold grey arches.

There is little tending to severed leaves detached

by laws of seasons past.

What remains is a collection of treasures stacked

behind a dozing spider, clay pots, a rusty kiln, worn brushes.

Warm breath on sculptor’s bones ease her aching hands

until she is malleable once more.

Bent and shaped into her own likeness

if she is diligent in the Spring she will bloom again.

Translation by Bernd Hutschenreuther

Im Frühling werden wir wieder blühen

Der blaue Himmel hat die
kalten grauen Bögen angenommen.
Wenig nur neigt er, sich
trauernder Düsternis zu ergeben,
Wir fallen von den Bäumen,
getrieben vom Gesetz der Jahreszeiten,
der Vergangenheit entfliehend, getrennt von
der Gegenwart.
Unser Schicksal ist die harte Erde,
Wir sind der Sonne verloren.
Eine düstere Sammlung vergessener Schätze.
Sie greift nach den Tontöpfen
und der dösenden schwarzen Witwe
Auf der Suche nach einer abgenutzten Säge, rostigem
Draht und Zedernholz.
Ihre Hände bluten und welken,
ist sie fleißig, werden wir erneut blühen,
im Frühling.

Übersetzung: Bernd Hutschenreuther

art by Themes.com “Summer leaves”

Persuasion

Drawn by the pull of possibility

I am at war with resistance

tempted by persuasion and the

dynamic momentum of hands

on taut shoulders

the gravitational press on tangled

knots and willowy limbs that succumb to

a black spell night

your kiss is kindle igniting

the perfect fire

Come dawn I am a periwinkle

at your pillow

tender petals bending to what

is golden.

61 Figurative Paintings By Kazakhstani Artist Andrei Belichenko

art by Andre Belinchenko