At times A pause Is needed A break In time To rest In the stillness Reflect upon What has been And prepare for What is yet to come The sun shines bright On a world of whistling white drifts and slush-filled alleyways And on the air There is a touch of spring A sense Of … Continue reading A Pause
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To Not Be Filled with Wonder
Inspired by the poem Not to Wonder by Tornadoday. To not be filled with wonder When staring up at the starry skies above When looking out at the great expanse and seeing only light In all directions Moving So fast And yet so slowly As representations of long-dead distant worlds float ceaselessly through empty space … Continue reading To Not Be Filled with Wonder
A Warmth Remains
Outside There is a cold Which pierces every layer Finding flesh And chilling Right to the bone Inside There is a cold as well Which finds its way through all defenses Bereft a source Undefined in destination But pervasive in all There is no motion No gale on which the chill arrives It is a … Continue reading A Warmth Remains
Like Eyes Into Every Corner of the Earth
Now we are all a part Of this grand vision Of the whole Seeing and analyzing and relaying Bits and pieces Of all that is In photographs and videos Poems and stories Weaving A story A narrative yet to be defined Each of our words Our images Are like eyes Peering Into every corner of … Continue reading Like Eyes Into Every Corner of the Earth
Every Breath a Step Into the Darkness
Each day that passes We shape ourselves and the world in which we exist All the while Shaped just the same Molded to fit With each new experience a opportunity To learn and grow To discover what it means To be Every breath we take Is a step forward Into a world of shadows Our … Continue reading Every Breath a Step Into the Darkness
Into that Dark, Dark Light
I have been drawn Into that dark, dark light Too many times Too soon I must remember The warmth of the summer sun How it falls so effortlessly On my grateful skin I must remember How very small I really am And how little I have seen Of what remains in store When at last … Continue reading Into that Dark, Dark Light
A Beauty Unbound
Some days We are Other days We are not Though we may be in motion So often We remain Perfectly still I have watched As beauty fades Or perhaps As either subject or beauty Are redefined Form for essence Façade falling away I have also watched As from nothingness As from the repulsive and macabre … Continue reading A Beauty Unbound
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 