Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Originally published March 31, 2018, this piece was part of a series of prompts and responses that I requisitioned from friends and family. The prompt, via an old family friend named Heidi Whitney, was "Quantum Science and Morphic Resonance", and my task was to write a poem to capture these concepts. "Quantum Science and Morphic … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Quantum Science and Morphic Resonance”
This is still a powerful piece for me. First published February 19, 2018, it really spoke to some of the insecurities and uncertainty I was feeling at the time, and often do still, as I think we all do from time to time. One day at a time, then, and always. "You Tell Yourself" - … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “You Tell Yourself”
"Lucid Moments" - Recorded 1/1/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them There are times whereI hear,I see,Better than others,Where the cacophony of lightAnd noiseFades and melts away,Leaving room forThe quiet and otherwise hiddenWhispers and colors,Like the seconds betweenThe minutes on the clock,To rise and be perceivedNo longer less than,But equal to,Bringing with … Continue reading Lucid Moments
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
