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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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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Torn Heart’s Desire

Green grass touching sand
clouds pouring towards the shoreline;
the abstract way seagulls
hang against the waves
and compliment the sun.
Hair spilling down her bare back
as she watches the frame
photograph it’s colours
into a monochrome memory
of days fragranced with lilac
in Eliot’s cruelest month.
Her heart torn and hanging
while the waves crash
and the seabirds sing
the intrinsic harmony

of a healing heart.

— Valentyna Holloway

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Spring Resurrection

Softly shifting skies,
clouds masking the solitude
of the setting sun
flowing effortlessly in a pastel dream.
Shadows of leaves drifting
slowly down the lane,
weary trees brushing the cobblestones
with darkened light.
Night falls slowly.
Creatures of the night
beginning to stir, the dusk, their dawn
as the awakening stars whisper softly
to them the moon rising gracefully.
The sound of an owl cracks
through the cool air,
twigs rustle on the ground as
hedgehogs forage the dark emerald grass.

Our darkness, their light.

— Valentyna Holloway

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Ponderings (Before The Clouds)

Scattered sunbeams pierce through
clouds of grey, the clothes wave
a friendly hello on the line to
passers by as sheep graze gently
in verdant fields.
The sea hangs on the horizon
and I remember a time when it called
to me, before the clouds,
before the cities began to
encroach on the trees, before
the world became concrete.
The air feels lighter in the
bright afternoon, perhaps hope
hangs in that sky too. Leave
the brutalist bastions and
return to what was once a dream.

•  Valentyna Holloway

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Also published under the title : Before The Clouds

Ode To A Winter Night

Winter curls around the bare branches

of the trees, their burlesque dance

in the wind enticing the birds to

join them in a tango before the sun

descends. The beauty of the leafless

trees slowly turning to shadows across

the snow covered ground as the fir trees

swell and shake their needles in approval.

The air crisp and clean as the pristine

snow shivers it’s approval by twinkling

at the moon. Soft strains of music

filling the air, rising to the stars,

cracking the silence of the night.

And as hearts swell in joy, Christmas

arrives bringing new hope for fragile peace.

— Valentyna Holloway

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Frames of Moonlight

Grazed by shadowed frames of moonlight
the errant tide pouring over my skin
as salt-water waves lap the shore
slipping their pull across my mind
in the contented afterglow of evening,
I pause in quiet reflection
inwardly gazing at the perfect solitude
of absolute adoration —
and I wonder if this arcane feeling
pouring from my bones and coursing
through my veins is only mingled stardust
reflecting on its perfect sacrifice,
a star gave its life
so that we could feel

the tangled shades of divine love.

• Valentyna Holloway

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Alexandre Deschaumes In Longing Spirit

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