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)
We are as a drop of water Falling through space And time; What And who We interact with along the way Become Both what we experience As well as what we are. We must be kind And caring To all we interact with Showing love and mercy, Being to them As we wish they would … Continue reading We Are As a Drop of Water
The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime
It is said We are born of the soil No more than dust made flesh Destined as such to return someday Scattered as it were To every corner of the turning Earth If this is so I should hope we may one day know What it is to rise and fall To move with the … Continue reading What It Is to Rise and Fall
Smoke curls gently from the end of a lit cigarette Hanging in the air The light filtering slowly through As the clouds drift aimlessly in the open air Before falling softly to the floor below For a moment I am lost My mind captured in the swirling smoke Twisting and floating Moving aimlessly against minimal … Continue reading With a Breath
How far we have fallen is only ever clear In contrast to how high we were before And how much higher we had meant to climb Just like I know No-one will ever really know My failure and my shame If they never really know What it was I was trying to attain
We were born of fire and ash Rising from the dust of a former fate To take once more To the skies of life, material Lifted on the eternal currents Of time and space Drifting As it were In the distance between Moments far removed Searching for Now In the ambiguous flow Of then and … Continue reading We Were Born of Fire and Ash
The daylight ends The moon is high The clouds hang low In a starless sky But in the silence of the shivering pines The pieces are falling into place And the path unfolds Before open eyes
Someday I will die And all I have known and achieved Will be left behind A fragment of life Scattered over time Will I cease to be Or will my memory persist A spectre left of me An endless reverie Destined for entropy When it sets at last The sun behind the hills My shadow … Continue reading Scattered Over Time
The veneer is cracking Worn thin Having served for so long now As the barrier between What is And what is thought to be So with eager eyes We all await The day when at last The mask it falls Shattered to the floor And at long last We may perceive With clarity and lucid … Continue reading From Dust to Dirt and Back Again
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Dive into a collection of memories, musings and emotions concocted delicately over time into short stories and introspective articles...
