the welcome

the welcome

A Poem by holly

I thought I heard you

that one time - remember -

when I asked you "Let me" and

you murmered thunderingly NO.

That was the No that healed,

No that saved my brittle

 

soul. And even though

you never spoke in just that way

again, I've felt your YES and

sometimes just your noiseless

song lifting up my eyes

when all I see is me.

 

Nights and days I dream 

of hearing you again:

hear you murmering, "Come home".

Can I but hear that welcome, once,

I'll tear across space and time,

to be your least, but loved.

 

 

 

© 2010 holly


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w.k. kortas, when he was around, used to describe certain postings as top shelf work. I couldn't begin to set down what constitutes top shelf, but I know it when I see it. Very quickly I thought of two of my very favorite poets, your voice is strong as theirs, Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson. And that last line is truly brilliant. I think we would all give our heart and soul for such a welcome.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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sad, unrequited love? I love the informality of the language - it makes the events in the poem tangible and real. lovely, melancholy poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful sadness is always, for me, a strange pleasure to read: as if I should not be taking pleasure from what I am reading. Being Detached Reader and Feeling Person is a curious sensation. This poem I feel; but the Dtached Reader wonders why a person would return to be someone else's 'least'. But again, this is one of life's mysteries: the woman/man who returns to his/her abuser, the person who takes up with the same kind of partner that ruined a parent's life.
But to the writing; the writing is excellent, and I look forward to reading more of your material.
Well done
ATB
Alex.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Feels like a father daughter poem, and I like that maybe it's not too, but there's definitely a strong sense of melancholy, nostalgia, grief here. And it builds so that the last few lines pull it all together quite powerfully. Well done, I'd say.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful and poignant...

I love these lines...

I've felt your YES and
sometimes just your noiseless
song lifting up my eyes
when all I see is me

I agree that last line is brilliant. Very well crafted...

Posted 10 Years Ago


No, can be such a loving word, when it comes from someone who cares about you and is trying to protect you. This is one of those examples, when, No, means, yes, in that, no don't do that, because, I love you.

Sometimes the other side is thinking, come home, as well, but their too afraid to be rejected and hurt. Life's too short, go knock on the door.

I hope it opens.

Love this Holly.
Antonio


Posted 10 Years Ago


Beautiful , I was asked to read your writings , now I know why :) Yossi

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

w.k. kortas, when he was around, used to describe certain postings as top shelf work. I couldn't begin to set down what constitutes top shelf, but I know it when I see it. Very quickly I thought of two of my very favorite poets, your voice is strong as theirs, Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson. And that last line is truly brilliant. I think we would all give our heart and soul for such a welcome.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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