Anam

 

 

Breathless..

as if Breathing was never more Important
than this moment;

Enthralled,
as pathways are revealed through Dreams.

Could it be that arms I thought to never hold me;
always held me intensively?
That the Knowing of never being Seen [unless True];
reveals the Only true Sight?

I feel Lost in such a star like parlor;
weaved into Existence solely by your Thought.
How can it be that I have Always Lived Mirroring the world;
if but a whisper can replace it..?

Then the waves giving birth to waves not only refines my Being;
but confirms it just the same.
That I Am..
because You Are..?

Indulged in Amazement of your Mind and it's weaving,
I'm bathing safely in a loving Embrace.

Loving deeper
- passing the periphery of Illusion,
dreaming larger than any form can hold.

I awoke to this and am Replying;
finding myself between Breath,
and the loss of it..

 

~ Skye ~

Reviews

[Amberlight]

My goodness girl . . . I don't know how you do it, you are using the same 26 letters that I am using, but the way you weave them together is wonderful. thanks.Really love this line . . . "passing the periphery of Illusion, dreaming larger than any form can hold.

[Skye Céibhfhionn]

Thank you so much for your words! I've had insane writers block but just got back today. I need to get myself back. I hope I can bring it further. Thank you for breathing life into this

[Pax Analog]

Conjures a fractal love vision, that mysterious deep space where we co-invent one another out of the Void.

"Could it be that arms I thought to never hold me;/always held me intensively?
That the Knowing of never being Seen [unless True];/reveals the Only true Sight?"

Remarkable lines of paradox, the Moebius strip of seamless Spirit and relatively separate form. Remarkable sensibility, remarkable poem.

[Tomás Ó C..]

Cool poem ... btw Anam means "name" in Irish

[Michael X]

pure poetry, finding myself between the breath, and the loss of it.. Wow.. what an enchanting desire to ponder, its like the eclipse of love, the vision permiates with magnificent passionate feature. and the rhythm sings a dream of wonder.

[Sabine]

Your poem rings so familiar with truth. Truly, intensely beautiful like a breath of life. Sabine*

[Dani California]

"How can it be that I have Always Lived Mirroring the world;
if but a whisper can replace it..?"

We become what we see and believe all of our life, yet love, or loss can wipe all of
it away with a mere.... whisper. Yes. How frightening ... or exhilerating that
can be.

My favorite:

"Indulged in Amazement of your Mind and it's weaving,
I'm bathing safely in a loving Embrace.

Loving deeper
- passing the periphery of Illusion,
dreaming larger than any form can hold.

I awoke to this and am Replying;
finding myself between Breath,
and the loss of it.. "


To be between breath and the loss of it. You have indeed, captured
the influencial power of love and dreams. One move to the right, means breathing
with ease, and a freedom unlike ever before.... one move to the left....
and it all ends.

teetering..

This is again, brilliant. I cannot give you enough praise for your work, Skye.

Truly outstanding.