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Holly Wood Poem
As I gaze upon your ghost-like skin and silken hair
I am reminded of those halcyon days we spent
Working in the fields. From row to row we rent
Weeds from the earth, nurtured the trees with care;
But something else bloomed then too. I came to bear
A most tender affection for you. The nights spent
Laughing, sweating and drinking together bent
My nature, my cold pride thawed in the June-night air.
But it is an affection I know you cannot return.
Your azure eyes may light up for me, but I ken
Whom they burn brightest for. Among all the men
Of the world, your heart does not yearn for a one.
So, to preserve the smile on your face, I must relearn
My cold pride and reign in my heart till its hunger is done.
Copyright © Holly Wood | Year Posted 2015
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Holly Wood Poem
This day I wander frozen streets
As cold March rain chills my skin
I cannot sense with hands or feet
Nor hear much of the morning’s din
As cold March rain chills my skin
I cannot see the path ahead
Nor hear much of the morning’s din
I long for warmth and to be fed
But I cannot see the path ahead
Empty pockets guide my every step
I long for warmth and to be fed
And so I’ve, onward, slowly crept
Empty pockets guide my every step
Till I reach the place, I’ve no recourse
So I’ve, onward, slowly crept
Not the product of feeling, just of force
Until I reach the place, I’ve no recourse
Damp paycheck gripped in shaking hand
No product of feeling, just of force
I journey through the frozen land
Damp paycheck gripped in shaking hand
I cross the threshold into light
Having journeyed through a frozen land
I’ve seen to the task and made it right
And cross the threshold, from the light
Towards streets packed with winter’s foam
I’d seen to the task and made it right
And so begin my journey home
Copyright © Holly Wood | Year Posted 2015
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Holly Wood Poem
Lifted from this day
Borne by illusory wings
It changes the stars
So I will not find the way
Journeying through the mind sea
Copyright © Holly Wood | Year Posted 2015
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Holly Wood Poem
Painful light, short breath
Will not allow me to sleep
Sheets damp with night sweat
Cling to my back as I stir
But my bed will not have me
Copyright © Holly Wood | Year Posted 2015
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Holly Wood Poem
As my mind dips beneath beverage, towards that core of passion,
I'm ever mindful of your sting within.
"There are enemies." It's all you ever give.
Will give.
Can give.
You are the straight. The unerring.
The true!
Yet, man is not.
Is my death outside the window?
Within the walls?
Within the mind?
Perhaps, yet, what of it?
What has this constant self-persecution of ours won?
Every evening, I fall short.
Every morning, you reproach.
Every afternoon, we fail.
Together.
May there never be an end to this violence between us!
Copyright © Holly Wood | Year Posted 2018
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