By Fire

She is provocative

at times she is insolent.

Her concept of red

is nowhere near

roses.

Her house is

the hollow of bones

its burning walls stretched

beyond margins.

She has suffered despair

braved the triteness

of platitudes.

She is in search

of kindling

waiting to ignite.

 

The Strangers gather on the green choking on smoke and the scent of seared flesh. The sun is climbing down to meet the flames. As she smolders he dampens her gown.  Just before the wind whips up she is in Elysian fields.

 

Resa and Carmine

Rene Rosso (aka Holly) penned a beauty in October, 2018.

Based on an old polaroid of Carmine & me, she came up with a poem that sticks in my heart and mind. If you click on the pic, you will go to her original post!

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Remember back when you were a rock star

and I was a hippie angel?

How comfortable we were with our

heart and souls bared.

Do you remember now that you are so far

away that night in Eden when you came to me

and I came to you and the rest of the world

slipped away?

We held on to one another, made love and cried

decided never to speak of how every time

the lights went out you rushed to me,

so tender, coming and going.

Young and in love, we named that month Sextember,

yes, it still matters to me.

Do you remember our anguished goodbye?

Neither do I.

Have EYE ever thanked Holly enough?

Poem – Resa and the Rock Star © Holly House of Heart

Original art can be found at https://graffitiluxandmurals.com/2019/07/19/resa-and-the-rock-star-redux/

I brought the rain

I want to hold you closer.

You smell of sandal wood

and  earth after a summer shower.

Because I breathe you, I don’t need the air

and I know how it feels to swim through stars.

In the muted night  we sing our song.

You give me a midnight choir,

I always bring the rain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blue Bird

When I spread my wings

I can feel the pull of freedom.

I spread them wide and trail

my shadow the way birds do.

Your hands are elegant thieves

and your words a web of lies

that shine right through.

What is real or an illusion

in this desperate nest of chaos

where I found you?

When the veil falls apart and

the daylight slivers in  I can see

the slant of sky where you slipped in.

 

Misty

When I was seventeen I began piano lessons. The sounds lightened the heavy tapestries that we hadn’t the heart to remove. I learned to play Greensleeves and Stairway to Heaven. Sometimes the teacher   would reach around my shoulders, his very existence ran through his fingers  into my hands.  Once we played Misty and my heart beat so hard against the walls of my chest that I lost my balance for the first time.  Later he  swooped into my dreams and like wild birds we took to the sky, the teacher and I.