You fill me with trembling. The silver-threaded spindle, of your words, evokes me. Loops of emotion, from the lattice of thought, are nimbly expressed by your fingers. Skein of dreams, coiled like a flight of angels, relays our heartbeats in gently cupped hands. Still your presence quakes its birth, deep within me, as I almost remember the secrets resplendent. I breathe the memories once whispered by your lips. These shy feelings slip like gems into the pockets of soft-lined darkness.
Wow... that's near perfection, sylvan! Gentle, effortless, evocotive... your imagery has that meditative quality I’ve always loved in your work. Thanks for posting this, it made my day getting to read another of your offerings! Again, wow! love it! I keep reading that last line as "in hands, in mid-flight" though... regardless, this was my favorite of these beautiful stanzas
Thank you fulmah, your comments are so full and your insights ring with crystal clarity. Yes, I see what you mean. I wrote this quickly last night. That line is static like a snap-shot. I hope the revision restores the flow. Perhaps the snow is already falling. I shall go see.
We are all unique, beyond compare, and I thank you for the essence of your response. The choice to reflect your thoughts and feelings is what matters. Conscious manifestation is not as easy as one may imagine. How does one relay Self in finite words.
~* beautifully woven. Thank you for the smile and warmth it made me feel.I think the same verse is probably my favorite as well but the whole thing weaves a beautiful moment*~
hi there this is wonderful so deep in the essence of needs..life and love. for all you encounter.... love npeace from saff
'These shy feelings slip like gems into the pockets of soft-lined darkness' Whoa Sylvan, I am melting I can see them slipping and falling.
