Shadows and Reconciliation – Poetry Collab (Ft. Holly of House of Heart)

Where Shadows Cannot Reach (House of Heart)

Without you I’ve become narrow.

In your absence I’ve forgotten

how to love and autumn is an ache

beneath my ribs crumbling like

my world the last time I saw you.  

I have captured your voice,

reassembled it in my throat

so as not to forget the sound

of glossy wings.  

I have dissected our bones

cleansed them of guilt,

christened them forgiveness

that we can believe in.

In sleep I sense your aura orbiting

above me so that I may dream in your light

where shadows cannot reach.


Your Reconciled Man (Blog of the Wolf Boy)

Our two hearts once united have broken
From whence they’d mended, so tenderly and mild,
Sitting now beyond the point of reconciled,
Our two broken hearts like a lost-love’s token.
Seven days since the world last smiled
Without you this heart beats less oft’.
Kicking and screaming inside like a child
Longing for the brush of a skin so soft,
Dreaming of the love which we’d once shared
Remembering the days before the turbulent tears.
Our disagreeable demise from which fractures flared,
An eternal love extinguished, left not but souvenirs.
Yet I’m left with hope that my heart shall phrase a plan
To create a hope anew; as your righteous, reconciled man.


Thank You!

Thank you so much to Holly of House of Heart for a wonderful collaboration.
You’ve been a pleasure to work with and I’m so grateful to have stumbled upon your blog. You deserve every ounce of love that you receive from your fans. 🙂 ❤

38 thoughts on “Shadows and Reconciliation – Poetry Collab (Ft. Holly of House of Heart)

  1. Thank you so much Mathew, it was a delight and an honor to collaborate poetry with you. You are an amazing writer and poet and a fine guide in making this collaboration a success. It was a wonderful experience for me and great fun.

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  2. What could be better than a lovely poetry collaboration with Mlle. Heart? I love everything about this poem, the bittersweet agony of love and reconciliation to unforgettable memories. It’s only when we become old with no hope of time enough to love again that love and tolerance become one word and a softer more silent passion ensues. Few make it that far. Beautifully done.

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