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

 

The Ripped Notebook Series

 

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Photo art by Aria Gardiner-Lorde

 

The Ripped Notebook Series ©  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

 

Do Not Reproduce Poetry In Whole Or In Part Without Permission

© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway 2016

 

 

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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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

The Ripped Notebook Series

Fanny Latour-Lambert

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Carved Reminders

Trails of moonlight scatter across
Frosted night sky
The path of descending blossoms
As buds breathe into leaves
The trees coming to life
In anticipation of Summer days
Names carved into bark
Safely ensconced in a heart
A reminder of when love grew
Unhindered by time
Under a sea of expectant stars

— Valentyna Holloway

The Ripped Notebook Series

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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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© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway 2016