Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea’s side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.
Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water’s speeches.
Behind a post of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour’s word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow’s signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven’s sins.
Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make of you the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea’s side hear the dark-vowelled birds.
A classic vantage
Perceptions gauzed in antiques
Edges of photographs crinkle
Rustic but euphoric
Art history in sight
Words written from thick blood
Deep appreciation of jazz
Grasping the top notch pen
Refined and elegant
Dressed in sophistication
Adoring her exquisite tongue
Artistic in the hurricane soul
Tasting the vintage ink
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Wider than a bulldozer
Enormous sight for hungry eyes
Long and gigantic
Bigger than her mouth
Generous and gigantic
A massive gesture curved
Grand and sizable
Staring at the abundance
Curious as a small kitten
Wondering in delight
Glaring at the immense
Extravagant and humongous
Gawking at the thickness
Fixated on the strength
A portion leaps to be inquisitive
Blushing inside and out
Intensity risen beyond its heights
Roses of transparent moments collide
I do a moist conversation in the horizon of the orange sky
I am drenched in sweat craving your magical words
I am lost in the softness of your mind
I float on lips of resurrection, I hang in the golden wax of your lotus body
I hang and you hold me like the dripping twists and turns on fold of my skin,
I disappear on Cupid’s pavement searching for your fragile soul
I inhale your breathless scars
I have counted pain, I have sustained and coloured my pain
I sip your honey in the chalice of my tongue
I embrace your canvas like an artist
I have fallen for your words like a ballerina
Your words strike paradise and pour a lump of seasons.
A travesty, tapestry, Titanic.
I am in awe of your twinkling perception
I cradle your warmth and stitches
As I take birth and die in the symmetry of your curve.
I am in reborn absorbing your divine essence
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My Valiant Soul – Non Italics
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Holly Rene Hunter is the “House of Heart” blog. When I do stop by and read her blog I am quite impressed. Holly does a great job creating beautiful imagery. She writes with elegance and it’s almost as if I’m reading a famous poet from the 1970’s. I am always impressed when I read her blog. I enjoy the choices of word and style. Some may not know this but she also has a book. I encourage for others to take the time to read it.
Please check out her blog if you have not.
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