Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"Dirt, Leaves." - Recorded 2/28/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them We are dirt, leaves. Niche teeth, like bamboo. All grains are "ancient grains". On the hill, with her feet in the mud, her tears were your tears, blood running down her cheek as the sky grew dark. There was a time … Continue reading Dirt, Leaves.
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
From smashing rocks To smashing atoms; The human learns: Wonder Is a doorway To understanding, And understanding Is a world of open doors.
This piece is a collaboration with the ever-elusive Blackbird of the blog Wandering Thoughts. Text on the left (prompt) was written by Blackbird, while the text on the right (response) was written by Auroraboros. Enjoy! Days like these We realize just how quickly Not only the days pass, But the months and years as well. … Continue reading Days Like These
Home is A concept ill-defined Why then Do we concern ourselves so With the constant pursuit thereof And the perception of others thereupon? Even to feel "at home" In these mortal coils Which we refer to as our "self" Is often an arduous task And one predisposed To fluidity And a curious tendency To place … Continue reading Home Is
Start Slowly Move forward with Line after beautiful Line Not creating Rather weaving together What is Into something Entirely new The Poet speaks from The past The heart The soul Translating In real time In future tense Experience and memory Into something Entirely new As the words depart The mind's eye Whether via pen or … Continue reading The Evolution of a Verse
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 