In Depth

By M. Skye Holly

Using words as a microscope, the poems of M. Skye Holly.do not simply scratch the surface of what is seen. These poems find what has been ignored and dig deeper for what is thought and felt. The works of in depth are divided into sections to hold a mirror to the spirit that everyone is, the soul that everyone has, the body that everyone lives through and the community that everyone lives in. Sometimes posing questions, other times offering solutions, in depth showcases parts of life and experience coming together to create one big picture. Or one deep poem.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Aug 26, 2010
• ISBN: 9781450246132

M. Skye Holly

M. Skye Hollywas born to Haitian immigrant parents. She discovered a love for reading and writing in kindergarten. Upset that the stories she had to read in class ended so quickly, she would go home and re-write them. From then on, she has been using words to let people know about the world they live in and create the kind of world she wants to live in. Holly was first published at 13 and began reporting at 18. She resides in Brooklyn, NY.

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Contents

SPIRIT

I am (not) Spiritual

DENIAL!

Keep The Beat

This is how it goes, God

PrayerTalk

Merciful Means Mercy-FULL!

Really

Joy Versus Jealousy

In the Spirit

Rich Life, Poor Dreams

Supplicating

Come on over

Feed Me

SOUL

One of those Nights

Soul Ties

Spaces

Full of Fret

Uninhibited

Big Girls Do Cry

Making Amends, Part 1

Making Amends, Part 2

Confusion

Afternoon/All day/Forgiveness

Let It Out

Are You Gonna Answer or What? (If You Don’t Mind My Asking)

Spare Change

Fresh Package (Spare Change, Part 2)

Us

Purge

Borrow/Loan

Faux Pas

Memory

tonight

When I was growing up

haiku ‘07

January haiku

Cellular phone haiku

BODY

About those Naps…

high-five

The Shade of my Black

One Night Stand

The Girls

At Ease

Skin Deep

Pro-(at) Life

Saved By the Bell

Saturday, April 1, 2006

COMMUNITY

Coney Island Couture

epidemic, 1983

So What’s In A Name? Everything, I Guess

Ride

I wrote a poem today

(Miscellaneous Thoughts on Men and Women Raising Children)

ma tante

platform

Lip Service

NELLYE

Sunday the 5th in a Manhattan café

CALIFORNIA DREAMIN’, BROOKLYN LULLABIES

Community

SPIRIT

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I am (not) Spiritual

I am not spiritual

because I don’t eat pork.

For all you know, I could just be

allergic.

Because I’m just a vegetarian

currently in

what you might call

broken fellowship

like your Easter Christian

or your high holiday Jew;

what I eat has little or nothing to do

with me

being spiritual.

What comes out of my mouth is

even more important than what

goes into it,

because I don’t eat pork

does that make me more enlightened?

No,

it’s just good for my cholesterol,

won’t make me a righteous know-it-all.

I am not spiritual because

I like to light a candle.

I happen to like the scent

of hazelnut and vanilla.

The scent will fill the room

but only the Holy Spirit can fill you.

When a saint says

they need help in the midnight hour

that candle

will only

burn out after it flickers.

I am not spiritual

because I have read a few self-help books.

I read some

because I needed some help!

But in this age

of self-help

I will always

acknowledge

my spirit help

that does

for my spirit, soul and body

what I can’t do for myself.

I am spiritual

because I know the great I AM

and I am

what I am

that He says I am.

I am spiritual because I

know the destination

to my own Promised Land.

I know who walked on water

and wrote with His fingers in the sand.

It’s not about counting to three

and taking a deep yoga breath.

That won’t save me

from spiritual death.

The breath of life was blown

into me

and I love this stuff

that I’m breathing...

I am spiritual because I choose to make sound decisions.

I choose to go from stage to stage

grow out of the baby phase

and go from milk to solid food, being spiritual is

about recognizing what’s good.

The good that’s in you

and the goodness of

the One