Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart" - Recorded 1/11/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them You and I,In stride,Same earth, different sides.Foot down, same time.Hands up, same sky. Eager to love, ready to start,These beating hearts, for now apart…Why am I not where you are?Why must we wait, why are you so … Continue reading These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart
"To Find the Divine" - Recorded 12/27/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Do you only get dressed up to be seen?Haven’t you heard?You are a king;You are a queen.You are…Somewhere in between. Face thick withHeavy Makeup,Dripping and fallingDirtying the sheets,And no-one there to see. But pay no mind,You'll see in time:You … Continue reading To Find the Divine
For the light and for the darkness in all of us. For the warm feeling of love and acceptance, and for the sinking discomfort that sits in the pit of our stomachs. May we remember that both are always there, and always will be. "There Is, In All Things" - Recorded 12/26/2020 - Auroraboros - … Continue reading There Is, In All Things
This poem was written in a very dark part of my life, and during a particularly dark period within that. I am grateful, though, to look back and see that even that, I was able to see the light shining through and remind myself that there is always an end to the storm. "Some Sunset … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Some Sunset Somewhere”
Tin roof raindrops,Words and sounds, fallingYour face,Dark cloud above and fog on the mirrorI reach, butI feel nothing.
Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
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
At times A pause Is needed A break In time To rest In the stillness Reflect upon What has been And prepare for What is yet to come The sun shines bright On a world of whistling white drifts and slush-filled alleyways And on the air There is a touch of spring A sense Of … Continue reading A Pause
My body aches And the sound of voices from so long ago echoes in my ears Smiles no longer bearing faces Faces no longer bearing smiles At times I want to crumble To fall back to the earth and in time be swept away by a passing breeze Each and every cell and molecule dispersed … Continue reading Some Sunset Somewhere
Something real Something more Not just another name Another face Another way to fill The distance between the days The void within Consuming the essence of who we are Or were Until there is nothing left Nothing but the empty echo Of what could have been What still could be If only If only If … Continue reading Searching For…
