
Breathing giant
Soft rhythmic sighing
Taking up all
Room’s expanse
Nylon skin whispering
Silkily sliding
Back and forth
You spoke to me
Of gentle times
To come
When I might
One day have
A safe place to
Lay my head
Soothed to sleep in
Clean, white sheets
I watched you
For hours
Inhaling, exhaling
Syncing mine to yours
If only I knew
Where that old
Sketchbook went
I would happily
Retrace your seams
Just now, my
Own breath stirred
A memory of a
Feeling, evoked by
A sculpture, sketched
In pencil
Many years ago
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (4)
Aspen, your poem is like a soft whisper of a memory that drifts into focus. The way you describe syncing breath and the search for something lost feels so raw and real. It reminds me that even the smallest moments those we barely notice are worth revisiting.
💖I was immediately taken by your first two lines; I can hear the rhythmic rise and fall in the words 'giant' and 'sighing'. It is as if the figures in your photography actually breathe through your isocolon. The sibilance of that soft rhythmic sighing makes the inflation of the art feel remarkably visceral .
Striking and self affirming. I love how connected to everything you are, lass. It makes your writing feel like a little gaze beyond the veil into Marie's beautiful mind. I also love the fact that you find beauty even when other things are there too. Love this poem a lot. Felt succinct but deep and intimate.
Gosh this was incredibly beautiful! Loved it so much! 😍😍😍😍😍