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”
For that which goes "bump" in the night. "of love and fear" - Recorded 2/26/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them afraidof the creatures which move in the shadows at nightor those which crawl at all hours of the dayacross the ground withall too many legs orno legs at all seekingto crush … Continue reading of love and fear
I was born in the ocean Baby Dripping wet Every inch Swam with fishes Sharks with teeth Felt the cool water Touched the reef I have wandered the desert Child Sand from sea Waking sleep Lucid dreams 40 days Underneath Sun and heat I have felt the flames lick Son At my feet As father … Continue reading In-Between
I have heard them say You should know your place You should know What you are "for" Fools, every one For they do not know Do not realize That there is not such simple means For defining what is inherent within We all are born Wet and alone Searching soon for Legs on which to … Continue reading I Have Heard Them Say
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
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
