Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Greetings, Below is my second recording of an old piece called "When the Storm is Over", originally published in October of 2020. As with many of my pieces, this was originally written to speak to what was going on in my own personal life, as well as to the situation that a specific person I … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “When the Storm is Over”
Lykke tells me That in Iran There is a saying: Stand and resist in hard days just like "sarv" (the evergreen), let nothing wither your greenery. Not only is this a beautiful statement of resilience, But it is also another sign to me That we are all not so different As we are alike; This … Continue reading Through the Hard Winter
When the storm is over And deep blue skies are beginning to break on the horizon It would be easy to believe That there is nothing left for you to do Other than to wait Hopeless and defeated Until the next storm comes through But it is in these moments When the worst lies behind … Continue reading When the Storm is Over
This storm Has raged for so long Beating down on the worn and weary roof Uprooting trees and power lines Leaving only ruin in its wake And you have held strong Throughout the deluge But to give in Is not always to give up Now I do believe It is time To pry the boards … Continue reading This Storm
Have you ever looked out at the setting sun And wondered quietly Whether it will ever rise again? Have you then watched With an odd mixture of joy and melancholy As the very next day New light breaks Above a glowing horizon? Some days I curse the light Which falls through cracks in the curtains, … Continue reading At Last, For Good
These days Go by so quickly Before we know it Tomorrow has passed And today is but a memory We live Minute by minute Our eyes always searching for What comes next So seldom observing With clarity and adequate appreciation What we have now I do not wish To take for granted The time I … Continue reading These Days
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
I found my place in everything Last night As I lay beside you With my arm resting on your shoulder Our bodies intertwined We like to think In linear Perceiving death To be the pinnacle All else Leading up to the end But this is limited In understanding and application Life is much more complex … Continue reading All That We Ever Really Need
Wake From a night of bad dreams To a life that feels At times Much the same In a way, In the way, An impediment To peaceful rest. Stumble Through grey morning hours Minutes like seconds fade Far too fast As if time remains In a way In the way, An impediment To what comes … Continue reading In the Way
Beckoned to Inner sanctum As trumpets sound And sighs arise In anticipation Gently I move Banners to the side as I enter slowly But deliberately Paying due respect To the stately queen Poised above in grandeur Restless but calm Knowing we will make acquaintance Many times in this visit Opened now As a bottle of … Continue reading Banners
