Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Today, I was nominated for a Liebster award by fellow blogger, Sonali, of the blog Just Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/) Thank you very much to Sonali. Below is my response to this nomination. About Sonali and Just Me According to Sonali's About Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/about-me/): Hello beautiful people, I’m Sonali, the author of Just me. I’m an 18 year old from … Continue reading 2020 Liebster Nomination (Sonali)
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
Never have I seen before A light that shines as yours What you exude Cannot be found In markets or in stores. The world around you seems to glow Colors come alive Time seems to slow To shimmer To stop Your silhouette Captured In the very light Which falls around you like snow. Never have … Continue reading Never Have I Seen Before
Sometimes I cannot help but to be drawn Into a state of awe and utter fascination At the magnificent complexity of the world in which we reside The beautiful diversity of life within it And the vast array of relationships that develop Both within and between the two I am at times overwhelmed While simultaneously … Continue reading A Reflection of That Which Lies Beyond
These days Go by so quickly Before we know it Tomorrow has passed And today is but a memory We live Minute by minute Our eyes always searching for What comes next So seldom observing With clarity and adequate appreciation What we have now I do not wish To take for granted The time I … Continue reading These Days
In the end It is not sharpened claws that tear us apart Nor a flow of blood from our freshly torn flesh that draws the life from our bodies It is not dagger teeth that consume us Nor the acids of a churning stomach that digest our decaying forms No we do not stagger forward … Continue reading In the End
What I feel for you My darling A love that’s true So hold my hand we'll walk together You know there is nothing that we cannot do Hand in hand we'll rise To meet Azure skies As we keep floating ever higher We'll touch the clouds and wave at birds as they pass by Then … Continue reading What I Feel for You
Curled red petals Folded Toward center Smiling Fixed in Place Space and time Irrelevant As this moment Captured Means far more Careful Consideration Touch must be A genuine act Not to Impose But rather To implore To inquire To inspire An act of Reverence Made with Understanding That beauty often comes With thorns Not to … Continue reading With Thorns
It is so easy to forget That what we tame Still retains A part of what made it wild That we can never quite Anticipate Separation Extrication Of darkness from The light But we can come to appreciate And see beauty In both I believe Antoine had it right When he spoke Of establishing ties … Continue reading To Tame
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 