Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Originally published April 18, 2018, this poem was inspired by a prolific author I had really come to admire and appreciate, Maggie Lawson (see more details below in the original post). "So Many Senses Through Which to Sift Sentiment" - Recorded 3/29/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “So Many Senses Through Which to Sift Sentiment”
I have started to work my way through from the beginning with these recordings, though I will likely jump around as I am inspired. It was really interesting to revisit this today, to see the rather dark place where I started from (though with a note of curious optimism towards the end). It was quite … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Why I Write”
The days are washing over Like so many crashing waves Each moment passing Never lasting Transient as the shadow-casting rays Just as the water laps the shore The minutes flood our minds Inward bleeding Then receding Taking with them pieces of our lives So let us not hold tightly this Who we are and what … Continue reading All Must in Time Flow
In the end It is not sharpened claws that tear us apart Nor a flow of blood from our freshly torn flesh that draws the life from our bodies It is not dagger teeth that consume us Nor the acids of a churning stomach that digest our decaying forms No we do not stagger forward … Continue reading In the End
How these words A trickle at times Come like a flood at others Washing through Washing over This landscape scattered With the relics that compose The very essence Of all we are That all else Might drift slowly out of sight To ignore Or attempt to divert The waters that rise Is to be caught … Continue reading The Culmination of Light and Darkness that Surrounds Us
Ink-black words On ashen page Darker lines from Darker days Tell of love Of all from grace Tell of memories Long since erased This paper heart Folded tight Once was clean Once was white Those days are gone But that’s alright So long as remains Room to write So long as remains Will to fight … Continue reading This Paper Heart
Darling, you don't need to say A word Your body says More than words could ever convey When I place my hands on Your shoulders Your calves Your smooth, but sweaty, feet Form disappears Replaced by Conversations In the void Dialogue between Flesh and flesh Guide me Show me the points where The pain has … Continue reading Communion in Skin
What spectre beckons from across the dark divide? What moves the earth beneath, what masses grow inside? If the morning robin mourned with dark and haunting tune; If the doves cried out at night with reverie for the moon; If the masses from the sea upon the land did take; If your loved ones laid … Continue reading What Spectre Beckons?
Inspired by the writing of Maggie Lawson, of the blog The Art of Chewing Crayons. Original post at https://eudaimonianz.com/2018/04/18/the-different-ways-i-tell-you-that-i-love-you/ Words, weightless, echo in cave carved in mountain hill side: a heart; a home; an amber chamber of sordid solitude unearthed and bore witness by all creation Ears and eyes accustomed only to serving as guardians … Continue reading So Many Senses Through Which to Sift Sentiment
