Awakenings

The faded memory of fragments of a dream
that slipped away in the honesty of morning light,
the colour of promises scented with peonies
aching to hold on to their petals
and feel the sunshine once more, and
the way the light in Your eyes pushes
the greyness of the day away as Your smile
spreads warmth through my body
and I, I begin to bloom.

— Valentyna Holloway

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Aftershock

Wandering along the shore
the aftershocks of love
breaking like waves
against the crushed coral sand.

Through filtered sunlight
shifting the focus
from dark thoughts to
resplendent thoughts of love
radiating outward
to touch Your heart.

I want the day to
slow down,
I feel I am always
racing with time
when all I want to do
is suspend time
in moments shared with You.

Everything bound to end
yet our love will be eternal.

Fragments of poems,
devotions of love,
mingled stardust
radiating from the Heavens.

The shift in destiny
from darkness to light
as You pulled me with Your radiance
into love’s light.

• Valentyna Holloway

Aftershock

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Stained Glass

Brushes dipped
in a soul of colours
a cornucopia of shaded swirls
grace the canvas

—  the light reflects —

Glistening beams of the moon
bursting light
on forbidden shadows
untamed love.

— draw me in —

Immersed in love
in the space between heartbearts
fragmented thoughts of you
pulse.

— closer, pull me closer —

Unedited non-disposable blooms
slipping from lucid illusions—
reality shattered
by hard-wired memories.

— don’t let the darkness in —

In the ether,
beyond here,
beyond the dreams

— there, right there —

Beyond this reality
lies another
where the constraints
are lifted

— where love lives —

And somewhere between
the cracks
the flowers
begin to bloom again

• Valentyna Holloway

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Reminiscence

The wind brushes the ocean waves, the water cold,

unlike the warmth of steps once trodden.

Sea birds calling across the surf, evoking thoughts

of love letters, salt-water tangles, and pristine sand.

Somehow everything felt different.

Sandcastles washed away, pulled into the tide

as the seashells scraped the shore, the scent of jasmine

striking notes in the air, punctuating the passage

of time.

Fragments of a melody wind through heart-strings.

An ache in fingers that still reach to be held, the

need never greater yet hesitant to be fulfilled

as lips meant to be brushed with kisses whisper

words of lost prayer in reverent honour.

The first time was just as beautiful as the last.

The touch of smooth glass and a velvet ribbon

of hope falls freely unwinding emotion

that scratched deeper than the surface

and remains encapsulated in raindrops.

Memories worn in the reminiscence of old perfume bottles.

• Valentyna Holloway

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I Warned You

I warned You,

for me You were something precious,

something holy.

 

I warned You,

pick the fragments of my heart

out of the wasteland,

singe your fingers in the pieces

scattered among smoldering embers

and I would worship You.

 

I warned You, somewhere

between the sacred and profane

I would steal Your heart

in prayerful salvation.

 

I warned You

one touch,

one kiss, and

You would become my religion.

 

I warned You.

 

—Valentyna Holloway

 

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Reminiscence

The wind brushes the ocean waves, the water cold,
unlike the warmth of steps once trodden.
Sea birds calling across the surf, evoking thoughts
of love letters, salt-water tangles, and pristine sand.

 

Somehow everything felt different.

 

Sandcastles washed away, pulled into the tide
as the seashells scraped the shore, the scent of jasmine
striking notes in the air, punctuating the passage
of time.

 

Fragments of a melody wind through heart-strings.

 

An ache in fingers that still reach to be held, the
need never greater yet hesitant to be fulfilled
as lips meant to be brushed with kisses whisper
words of lost prayer in reverent honour.

 

The first time was just as beautiful as the last.

 

The touch of smooth glass and a velvet ribbon
of hope falls freely unwinding emotion
that scratched deeper than the surface
and remains encapsulated in raindrops.

 

Memories worn in the reminiscence of old perfume bottles.

 

• Valentyna Holloway

 

The Ripped Notebook Series

 

Vitaliy Timkiv

Vitaliy Timkiv Photography

 

The Ripped Notebook Series ©  Valentyna Holloway

 

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Puzzlebox Hearts

Darkness
drenched in black
unfolds like a starless night
leaving liberty to lie
in saturated emotion.
As a sea of prayers
formed from suffocating words
slowly drowns.

In longing, I wait.
Fingertips slipping
combinations
across puzzlebox hearts
in hopes a click
will unlock forever love.

Ensconce me.

— Valentyna Holloway

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