Category: Prose
The Four Chambers of the Heart – Part 3.
But getting back to you. I sometimes think you deserved a simpler, happier soul than me. People who have broken so many of their hearts Have such a different kind of love to give. It is often more compassionate I’ll …
Pocket of Love
There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …
Thoughts on a quote by David Foster Wallace
Hmmm…. This quote has so much appeal. I wondered about that, why it rang so true for me and many others. Personally I think it speaks to the dilemma that in highly emotional situations you never …
Can you feel me?
Under the leaves that have freshly fallen, under the browned, softer ones and under the mulch and humus debris beneath them, lies my soul. Chest to chest with the earth. It’s the press of a lover. Of longing. Of anguish …
Freedom’s paradox
Freedom is baffled, perhaps even tortured by love. Its romantic heart once awoken is forever caught and forever yearning. It either falls for temptation, gives up its nature and stays; Or denies the hold of love and its heart, and flies …
The heart wants what it wants
It doesn’t matter how wise your decisions are. The heart wants what it wants. It wants in ways we can spend a lifetime trying to work out. It’s a beast with a gentle heart and a flower with razor …
Heart Eaters
Flowers eat don’t they? I have seen their teeth…briefly. That’s the sign of a carnivore, isn’t it? I mean do herbivores have sharp teeth? Flowers don’t eat just anything, they are like the warriors way back when who ate the …
You
It’s true, I covet the silence between us. It’s the brine that keeps my memories whole. I have lived a thousand lives this way, All of them with you. © Elsa Holland
Life
“Every journey should start with us pushing from the shore unfettered by what covers our souls.” © E Holland
Pocket of Love
There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …
Can you feel me?
Under the leaves which have freshly fallen, Under the browned, softer ones and Under the mulch and humus debris beneath them, Lies my soul, chest to chest with the earth. It’s the press of a lover. Of longing. Of anguish and …
The Four chambers of the Heart
But getting back to you. I sometimes think you deserved a simpler, happier soul. People who have broken so many of their hearts Have such a different kind of love than those that haven’t. It is often more compassionate I’ll …
Connection
Connection It’s an alchemy. It happens without intent. And quite frankly, It can’t leave through intent either. What is it in us that reaches out and wraps around the soul of another? I’m not sure. But what I do know …