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”
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Poetry Reading – “Still Here”
Originally published April 14, 2018, this piece actually commemorates so many occurrences... It was also the first night I read my work out loud in front of a live audience, which was a very big moment for me, and it is quite fun to look back fondly to see the distance traveled since. "Still Here" … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Still Here”
Frame
"Frame" - Recorded 2/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them feel waves crashebb now flowto wash through onbruise toe thegilded grains gotides changeslowblue dew movestoothat moon thono sun stillglow watch mewatch the skywe ican'tstandand shiverwait towither;no,bloom withnew teethgold likehalowreathwrapped likeleafnot to fade assand beneathfeetout of frame notout of reach
Oh, Window Pane!
"Oh, Window Pane!" - Recorded 1/7/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Oh, Window Pane!My God, my only hope!I would break you from your tether that I might make all my own the trees and the birds which you have captured just for me!In jars and vials, shadow boxes felted and gold … Continue reading Oh, Window Pane!
No Diamante, a Sua Preciosidade
This piece was written in collaboration with one of my most cherished friends, a Brazilian diamond in her own right, Sunflower. My sincere gratitude to her for the beautiful lines she has provided, and for the creative energy that was produced by this collaboration. I have dearly missed working together in this manner. Sunflower: A … Continue reading No Diamante, a Sua Preciosidade
In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
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
In the Light, Seeing Only the Shadows
The world around me is aglow In a golden hue And I find contentment In the simple truths The little moments And the grandiosities All the same But there are still hours Days Weeks at times Where my attention is drawn To the shadows which fall Across the otherwise luminous landscape Cast by any of … Continue reading In the Light, Seeing Only the Shadows
To Tame
It is so easy to forget That what we tame Still retains A part of what made it wild That we can never quite Anticipate Separation Extrication Of darkness from The light But we can come to appreciate And see beauty In both I believe Antoine had it right When he spoke Of establishing ties … Continue reading To Tame
The Ashes of our Former Days
Come with me, lover fair Ignore the embers in the air For though they fall in a cascade We both know they are doomed to fade Just as the stars and moon at night Are soon outshone by morning light I'll walk with you, darling, my dear I will not waver neither fear When all … Continue reading The Ashes of our Former Days
So Many Senses Through Which to Sift Sentiment
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