Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Today's reading is a very short piece, but meaningful in showing how lost I was at the time, yet how despite that, I had a glimmer of hope in that I was doing my best to leverage routine and friendships (no matter how fleeting) to stay afloat. "Adrift" - Recorded 12/31/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Adrift”
For Rini, my dear friend in Indonesia. Your soul and heart are pure as the water droplets which form on the blades of grass in the early morning, your prayers as loud to the heavens as the chirping of the crickets in the evening hours. You are not stupid, I will not hear such a … Continue reading The World, Anew
Feathered wings,In turn,Fold andSlow-burn,Melting likeA good sinWhere doesOne end,Where does,The next begin? Four flames,Two twins,Four candles,Flicker now in the wind. Warm air,Blowing in,Holding you,Blowing out and blowing through. East-west,Coast to coast,Your ghost,The part of us I miss the most. Pinch of Earth,In both hands,From either pole,North/South,Dry land. Blown out,Floating now,Wait for…The sedentary come down,Hold strong,Hold … Continue reading Feathered Wings
Inspired by the poem Not to Wonder by Tornadoday. To not be filled with wonder When staring up at the starry skies above When looking out at the great expanse and seeing only light In all directions Moving So fast And yet so slowly As representations of long-dead distant worlds float ceaselessly through empty space … Continue reading To Not Be Filled with Wonder
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
The moments that compose our lives So much like strands of straw And how hard we try To keep the pieces collected in one place so nicely Not bound so tight as to restrict their natural inclinations to remain distinct Neither left to float at the whim of the wind Sometimes I Grow so tired … Continue reading So Much Likes Strands of Straw
In the distance I can see the mountains once more Their jagged peaks Thrust upwards Into the clouds Extending from the Earth below As if to challenge the sprawling sky above A reminder That though the air rests at a higher elevation It is not above the Earth by any means That there are natural … Continue reading I Can See the Mountains Once More
When we finally let go Will it be as if we are falling Endlessly Into that great abyss Or will all that we held on to Lift and float away As a curtain to reveal What they had hidden all along?
What I feel for you My darling A love that’s true So hold my hand we'll walk together You know there is nothing that we cannot do Hand in hand we'll rise To meet Azure skies As we keep floating ever higher We'll touch the clouds and wave at birds as they pass by Then … Continue reading What I Feel for You
In the distance Thunder rolls But I can barely hear it Over the sound Of you Of us In motion as well Our reverberations produced By friction just the same By the pressing together Of two ethereal bodies Drifting Floating Aimlessly For so long Until finally They meet In a grand and majestic scene Replete … Continue reading Thunder
