Today, I was nominated for a Liebster award by fellow blogger, Sonali, of the blog Just Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/) Thank you very much to Sonali. Below is my response to this nomination. About Sonali and Just Me According to Sonali's About Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/about-me/): Hello beautiful people, I’m Sonali, the author of Just me. I’m an 18 year old from … Continue reading 2020 Liebster Nomination (Sonali)
This is Not a poem, At least not As you are used to, But I Have been quiet; It is not for lack of love, As I have missed you dearly, I simply had Nothing to say. I finally have Something to say.
I will Wait Until the sound has made Its mark upon this stage Until the clock has left Its mark upon this face Until the room Is quiet Once more Was once we did create When the hour was growing late When the day began To waste away Now we only lay Lay To waste … Continue reading Until the Room is Quiet Once More
It is Quiet Despite the sound Of the house Settling in To its century-old foundation Nestled amongst A sea of concrete Dotted with the glassy-eyed denizens And their jet-black motorcars Passing And stopping And departing again Until they reach Where they are going Wherever that might be
You're so Arcane In Every way Just a stalwart to be For the better part Of a century You kept So quiet As every tear drop Fell Upon the stone Watch the hands On the clock Far above Turn the day away As the sun turns Just the same 'Round the same Same old Earth … Continue reading Arcane
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
So now we move From the warmth of summer days To the cool chill of autumn evenings As the leaves on the trees begin to lose their color And fall to the Earth once more We proceed Hand in hand Towards a new horizon Each and every day Leaving behind The seasons that have passed … Continue reading On the Remnants of What Has Come Before
Strike. Fall. Rain on hollow oak. Moss grows quietly on the hillside. Drawing moisture from the cool air. The smell of decaying leaves fills nostrils. I sit on the ancient stone precipice, Staring out into the abyss, Watching the stars move slowly across the dark sky.
I was conversing The other night With the voice on the wind On the topic of self And perspective We were discussing How the universe exists Inside of the mind And how naturally The mind places itself at the center As we spoke I posited What I should do To reject this Seeking at the … Continue reading That All Else Might Be Illuminated Instead
These are the moments To remember So simple But so intricate in the complexity of grand context Sitting quietly around crackling embers The warmth tying us together A nexus for spirits high The sound of the guitar humming in the background Staring softly into the glowing logs As if we can see right into the … Continue reading These are the Moments