Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Originally published February 23, 2018, this piece carries with it the questions I still hold to this day, interspersed as always, likely never to be fully answered but an answer sought just the same. đź›° "Satellites / Recon" - Recorded 1/10/2021 The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Satellites / Recon”
What do we really know of love? There are so many who have tried to capture the essence of this deceptively simple word, In songs and poems, In books and short stories, In paintings and still-life photographs… Yet still we fail to fully capture or even grasp, A depth in words which is so apparent … Continue reading Love as a Light to Guide Us Through These Dark Times
The sun knows nothing of the warmth it brings To those who wait for the rays of light to fall upon them, Nor is it aware Of the shadows cast By objects that pass in the distance between, Its massive form and that of smaller spheres. Into whose world does your light shine, What darkness … Continue reading Into Whose World Does Your Light Shine?
I will... Never / be the same person who used to rise at 5:30am every morning / ready within 15 minutes / on my bicycle in –15 degree weather / no gloves and a smile on my face / sun shining down / Greet each morning / embrace the new day / maybe on a … Continue reading I Will / Never / Forget
So the day has passed And now I sit Contemplative Resting in the comfort and stillness of the night air Watching As shadows move across the ceiling above As the walls hold strong in their resolve to remain I listen To the gentle sound of the wind And can hear as well Passing cars Laughter … Continue reading The Hum of a City Waiting
I will Wait Until the sound has made Its mark upon this stage Until the clock has left Its mark upon this face Until the room Is quiet Once more Was once we did create When the hour was growing late When the day began To waste away Now we only lay Lay To waste … Continue reading Until the Room is Quiet Once More
Day bleeds To night As the Long rays of Warm light Fade in To view Fade out Of sight
You're so Arcane In Every way Just a stalwart to be For the better part Of a century You kept So quiet As every tear drop Fell Upon the stone Watch the hands On the clock Far above Turn the day away As the sun turns Just the same 'Round the same Same old Earth … Continue reading Arcane
Art is An exploration of self To self An analysis Of what it means To communicate To express To feel The artist carves their statement Out of whatever medium Into existence From nothing A complexity Arisen from a force not accounted for Which begins At the center
The cold slips in Through the thin sheets of glass which separate What lies within From the outer world And over time A chill is felt As hairs stand on end A warning A call for warmth and a reminder That harsh conditions exist Just inches from the space we inhabit Inhospitable Unfriendly Improbable and … Continue reading The Cold Slips In
