Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Where once the salamanders Came to crawl and make their beds Along the flowers beneath the windows perched On cool summer nights Soon to be plucked and carefully set upon The dewy grass. Now there are but biting beetles, Buckthorn trees that shout loudly like used car salesmen when they see an easy mark, Dried … Continue reading Where Once the Salamanders
This storm Has raged for so long Beating down on the worn and weary roof Uprooting trees and power lines Leaving only ruin in its wake And you have held strong Throughout the deluge But to give in Is not always to give up Now I do believe It is time To pry the boards … Continue reading This Storm
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
In the mountains of the Carolinas I've worked to put it all behind but All the memories still bind us In a way But wait With new ones maybe I can find That there's still time enough And light enough A new mind, aligned, in spite of Scenes with dreams implied No white doves Only … Continue reading In the Mountains of the Carolinas
Am I alive and well? Some days I cannot tell. I walk, I talk, I breathe But am I really me? What does it mean to "be"? Is it only what you see? Or is there something missing In these lines, In shapes and shades and days, Too long at times, Too dense to be … Continue reading Dream Ourselves Awake
This poem is a collaboration between Thought for Change, of the blog The Rendezvous Club and Auroraboros, of the blog Objects, and the Distance Between Them. Update: You can view Thought for Change's posting of this piece at: https://thinkingclearly483645316.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/i-wait-for-you-in-darkness/ I've never seen you Yet I know you completely We haven't talked yet But your voice … Continue reading I Wait for You, In Darkness
Take this chance Don't wait too long You never really know What could have been Until the moment's gone Passing up what is right Fearing what might Go wrong Move when you feel the beat What makes you think This is anyone else's song It was yours all along So make it fun Slide left … Continue reading Where It’s Warm and It’s Bright
Hovering hives Buzzing to the beat Million wings moving Unified in undulation Power is not permanent Source does not always remain strongest Often new strongholds surpass the original Respect is often a veiled repudiation Queen is not quick Speed is in the servants Creation is crucial Empires are ephemeral
Ink-black words On ashen page Darker lines from Darker days Tell of love Of all from grace Tell of memories Long since erased This paper heart Folded tight Once was clean Once was white Those days are gone But that’s alright So long as remains Room to write So long as remains Will to fight … Continue reading This Paper Heart
Most days I stand tall Facing the rising sun With the breeze in my hair And a gentle hum Eminating from my heart Assured of my purpose And ready To face each new challenge That arises With an optimistic drive And a passion for living But then there come Days like the blackest night In … Continue reading For I Do Not Walk in Solitude
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