Submissions by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In the beginning, there was flame and the pain of not knowing why we burn.
Untitled ruminations upon the cyclic nature of arriving and departing seasons
Summer is here, again
Is it the failings of memory, coupled with the repeat of routine, blurring together, that causes time to slip away, is it our natural predisposition to exist most potently in the present moment, or perhaps the ever changing nature of all things, manifest in this swift seeming passage of our lives and awareness through time
Perhaps it is time that passes through and over us, sands that shear away the smooth features to coarse lines, crags and pocks, the continual procession of hellos and goodbyes, good mornings and good nights, like waters, their...
Is it the failings of memory, coupled with the repeat of routine, blurring together, that causes time to slip away, is it our natural predisposition to exist most potently in the present moment, or perhaps the ever changing nature of all things, manifest in this swift seeming passage of our lives and awareness through time
Perhaps it is time that passes through and over us, sands that shear away the smooth features to coarse lines, crags and pocks, the continual procession of hellos and goodbyes, good mornings and good nights, like waters, their...
#summer
#morning
#night #LifeCycle
#night #LifeCycle
1066 reads
18 Comments
A Love Letter in Five Distinct Sections
Eta Carinae,
1. Avowal
For every moment of my life that lead me, here, to you. For every ragged step upon ground that bled me, for every effort. For every obstacle I climbed to find the laughing face of another, greater, impediment beyond. For every betrayal that burned a gaping hell mouth into the nadir of my tender heart. For everything I suffered, in days of endless longing hours, in grievous despair I drowned, in gall effrontery and that which I swallowed down, for there was no other remedy. In blows that sallowed, blackened and stiffened my flesh, biting...
1. Avowal
For every moment of my life that lead me, here, to you. For every ragged step upon ground that bled me, for every effort. For every obstacle I climbed to find the laughing face of another, greater, impediment beyond. For every betrayal that burned a gaping hell mouth into the nadir of my tender heart. For everything I suffered, in days of endless longing hours, in grievous despair I drowned, in gall effrontery and that which I swallowed down, for there was no other remedy. In blows that sallowed, blackened and stiffened my flesh, biting...
#love
#lust
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
1165 reads
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Nomos Rau
Quid rides? Mutato nomine de te fabula narratur.” Horace, Satires (35-33? BCE)
..
The Law of Mind(s)
I beg your brief indulgence, kind spectator. Allow me this somewhat ad hominem, exegetical tirade.
The wound spits forked sparks in the penumbral sea of solitudinous stench, shuffling forth a tumescent tongue and disenfranchised mass, which trickles in dribs and drabs beyond a veil of obtuse, ill tiding. Metallic teeth cutting breath.
Cowards colors run up a pole, buoyed upon ugly wind. Raising a death’s head upon a mucocele. Stinks...
..
The Law of Mind(s)
I beg your brief indulgence, kind spectator. Allow me this somewhat ad hominem, exegetical tirade.
The wound spits forked sparks in the penumbral sea of solitudinous stench, shuffling forth a tumescent tongue and disenfranchised mass, which trickles in dribs and drabs beyond a veil of obtuse, ill tiding. Metallic teeth cutting breath.
Cowards colors run up a pole, buoyed upon ugly wind. Raising a death’s head upon a mucocele. Stinks...
#science
#nature
#LifeCycle
879 reads
8 Comments
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Untitled beat of a heart
We are like newborn children,
Our power is the power to grow.”
Rabindranath Tagore
..
sky composes a
thunderstorm
in the atmosphere
overhead
water droplets freeze
on contact
with condensation
nuclei
in cumulonimbus clouds
strong updrafts
freeze
into hail
air trapped
within
forms into
fingerprint like
patterns
of rings
within
rings
too
heavy to ...
Our power is the power to grow.”
Rabindranath Tagore
..
sky composes a
thunderstorm
in the atmosphere
overhead
water droplets freeze
on contact
with condensation
nuclei
in cumulonimbus clouds
strong updrafts
freeze
into hail
air trapped
within
forms into
fingerprint like
patterns
of rings
within
rings
too
heavy to ...
#love
#science
#rain #storm
#rain #storm
962 reads
10 Comments
Untitled pointing to nothing
Standing alone in the surf. Again. Sky is bruised by the endless battle. Changing. Apophis retreats. Nothing. Ra’s spear triumphs. Again.
Silence reigns over all. Rushing. Waters upon waters. Hissing. I bleed. Roaring. I remember. Hushed. I forget. Retreating. Everything.
Everything is music. Raindrops fall.
Make a fist. Tensing. Muscles answer. Growing. Stand out in a circular mound upon my arm. Rising. Veins protrude. Nothing. Forks in rivers of green, beneath translucent shadows of skin. Nothing. Rising like the dawn at my wrist.
Open my...
Silence reigns over all. Rushing. Waters upon waters. Hissing. I bleed. Roaring. I remember. Hushed. I forget. Retreating. Everything.
Everything is music. Raindrops fall.
Make a fist. Tensing. Muscles answer. Growing. Stand out in a circular mound upon my arm. Rising. Veins protrude. Nothing. Forks in rivers of green, beneath translucent shadows of skin. Nothing. Rising like the dawn at my wrist.
Open my...
#morning
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Untitled energetic cycles of breaths within the light cosmos
Restless
Fingers are
Stilled and
Knots
Loosen
The wound
Moans
Vitamins
Curls
Biceps and
Triceps in
Five minute
Intervals
Breathe.
Focus.
Realign.
There is something to
Find, to
Discover, right in front
Of me
Get dressed and
Explore
My
Surroundings
Wander
Down the
Avenues
Into
A Christian
Thrift
Browse
Books
Langston Hughes
Fifty cents
Sold
A cute...
Fingers are
Stilled and
Knots
Loosen
The wound
Moans
Vitamins
Curls
Biceps and
Triceps in
Five minute
Intervals
Breathe.
Focus.
Realign.
There is something to
Find, to
Discover, right in front
Of me
Get dressed and
Explore
My
Surroundings
Wander
Down the
Avenues
Into
A Christian
Thrift
Browse
Books
Langston Hughes
Fifty cents
Sold
A cute...
#flowers
#birds
#nature #myself
#nature #myself
740 reads
9 Comments
Darkly
Coda:
For now we look through a glass..
..
Autumn holds sway, 1997
Fast. He’s too fast.
5’8” of lean muscles and sinews. He grits his teeth. His smile is wry and folds the flesh of his cheeks.
He descends from the outer circle. He strikes in flurries. He dares the inner circle for only moments. Tags me over and over. My reach is longer, but he darts in and out. His legs lean and packed with fluid musculature.
6’2” of layered fat over muscle. He’s a...
For now we look through a glass..
..
Autumn holds sway, 1997
Fast. He’s too fast.
5’8” of lean muscles and sinews. He grits his teeth. His smile is wry and folds the flesh of his cheeks.
He descends from the outer circle. He strikes in flurries. He dares the inner circle for only moments. Tags me over and over. My reach is longer, but he darts in and out. His legs lean and packed with fluid musculature.
6’2” of layered fat over muscle. He’s a...
#dark
#friendship
#beauty #LifeStruggles
#beauty #LifeStruggles
1282 reads
7 Comments
Through the Gateway of the Sacred Feminine
#LifeStruggles
961 reads
17 Comments
Untitled in this shatter glass of spilled hours
rings
with
in
rings
i
am
melato
nin
a
tab
let
5
mg
warm
cloud
de
scends
brush
ed
aside in
short
order by
adrena
line's
jugger
naut
ical
tid
al
fist
imba
lanced
supra
chi
as
matic
nucle
us
fried
eggs
and
grit
burn
ing
in the ever
fueled
fur
nace
of
spir
it
en ...
with
in
rings
i
am
melato
nin
a
tab
let
5
mg
warm
cloud
de
scends
brush
ed
aside in
short
order by
adrena
line's
jugger
naut
ical
tid
al
fist
imba
lanced
supra
chi
as
matic
nucle
us
fried
eggs
and
grit
burn
ing
in the ever
fueled
fur
nace
of
spir
it
en ...
#heartbroken
#insomnia
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DU Poetry : Submissions by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)