vines of eden

Heather T




you were moved by my soliloquy

but my stageless love was bright

so I fed you paleful lilies

in the gardens of my night


I tried to tongue the sequined rivers

as lonely fell from spaces

warmed you deep in chasmed orchid

soft hedged in eden places


the gypsy of you would not smell home

starved at the fruit of my alms

my apples were a sepulchre

that I covered, shamed, in palms


the woman of me shook for wanting

the circles you traced weren't mine

drawing swords of edgeless echoes

thorn-pricked eyes bled words of vine


begging in the reverb of glances

we twined around each other


I grew into scarlet chimera


you grew into another


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  • WriteBeLight

    So lovely Heather! So rich in poetic passion. Amazing!

    • Heather T

      Thank you for the delightful comment, friend!

    • whisperingquill

      Your pen bleeds
      This poems breathes

      Rippling into the libretto
      Of rogue melodies

      🌹 Superbly crafted

      • Heather T

        Muches gracias, my poet friend.

      • malubotelho

        I go with the others. It is always a pleasure to read you. So beautifuly rich and awesome. I'm learning as much I can with you. I'm delighted.

        • Heather T

          You say the sweetest things! I love that we can all learn from each other 💕

        • WL Schuett

          I agree a pleasure to read

          • Heather T

            Much appreciated!

          • Gary Edward Geraci

            Vibrant and colorful diction directed by a steady and commanding meter; masterfully written! You've set me scrambling for JPII's "Theology of the Body: Man and Woman He Created Them" to seek the meaning of "original solitude" as described in Genesis.

            • Heather T

              Thank you so much, Gary! I don't know much about John Paul, but I'm assuming that original solitude has something to do with Adam before the creation of his help mate. Appreciate the kind appraisal!

              • Gary Edward Geraci

                You're welcome Heather. Yes, in the biblical story of Genesis, moments before Adam is to gaze upon Eve, without a trace of lust we are taught, he is all alone and feels it. Having just partaken in the naming of God's creatures there still remains an emptiness. And then the creation of the first woman in all her beauty and Adam knows at once, "here is flesh of my flesh bone of my bone" and he is intensely grateful and satisfied. JPII's letters are dense; some authors have been accused of taking his long work and "sexualizing" Christianity with their more condensed and modern works - see Christopher West (whom is a big fan of the Song of Songs that you mentioned in another reply). See this review (my favorite book of C West/so liberating!)

              • Fay Slimm.

                Filled with poetic vocabulary these "Vines of Eden" pulsate with inventive pathos which stays long after the read. Another gem Heather - - must fav. this one to read it again.

                • Heather T

                  Your smiling replies never fail to make my heart glad 💝 Many thanks, Fay.

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