Echoes and Ocean Currents

Setting out, setting out

The potential that sits within each moment eventually becomes forever, just as the future will eventually become the now

These moments are what help us believe.

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Curving my steps to a view of what’s just outside of the edge of the compass. Where space collapses into the moment, then the moment collapses into forever.

Sometimes I digress with description, will you go blind with me?


An oil slick primed for a spark within a blink of the horizon’s eye, wonder the warm background almost a coat itself. The heart arcs overhead, I can hear it but my eyes can never catch it. The smell of burnt wood lingering in the air. A taste of radiation poisoning. Wonder seems to be the warm background, static at times, blue and static.


When looking outward I fell inward, into the shuffle and the environment.

Linear, the background was warm and static. The potential that sits within each moment, and my genuine interest in that potential seemed to bring the moment to a stop. Now, the smell of the rain was not too far off. Awareness gave me the moment, but the moment had always known forever. The infinite snapshot. Not separate but echoes in sliver, wonder the warm background.


Our eyes lock as the compass points north, similarities between the flame that sits near me and the horizon’s eye. The metallic splinters rung with the silver echo, the pain in my hand traveled up through my arm but once it got near the flame the wave of pain rolled back down and destroyed the splinters in my hand.

I met you, I met the moment, then we met forever. Electricity filled the air, dense electricity. Dense electricity in thin air, making each breath sharp and electric. While trying to fight the sudden arrival of lightheadedness we decided to see what was going on. Defined as a reflection, a snapshot in the winds of forever, as we try to fit the tornado for a straitjacket. The colors became brighter and the static background became warmer.

A bit of warmness in each reflection. A quick shuffle within the echo. A small flame under the ocean currents in the sky.

I finally gathered the courage to look out the window, I could see the ocean currents taking different routes. Amongst all of them, and even from this distance I could see new ocean current made of ink rain.


The clouds were off in the distance now, I made a mental note to come back later and try to see if any of the other currents were affected. The edge of the reflections splintered off into the shuffle. The sliver echoes bounce off of the flame that sits on your sleeve.

Braveness in the forever that you are a part of, forever in the moment that you are a part of. More flames gather under the ocean currents in the sky. The heart arcs overhead, I can hear it, but my eyes can never catch it. The smell of the rain returns with the winds from the shuffle. Fallow the tilts in the compass, dense electricity and thin air. Wonder seems to be the warm background, static at times, blue and static.


 

Happy New Year, some of the best poetry is created by the moments in your life that feel like bits of infinity and what you really love has fused with your heart. I hope this year and the years to come are filled with moments like that for you. Thanks for reading, and I’ll see you soon.

 


 

 

Poetry written by Arron Leland
I’ll try to catch the part of me that is falling. Until then I’ll try to learn how use my wings from the butterflies that hand me the phone when you’re calling. – Arron Leland

Imagination’s Parachute

For a split second I thought I saw my reflection in a passing breeze. After a moment, the breeze sat still. Then it spiraled into a small tornado, while somehow maintaining its stillness.


Lending my desire for perfection to humor for the clumsiness that follows. The entire journey goes by in a split second, and the other half of that second hasn’t happened yet. The reflections stutter then speed shuffle all in one motion, blinding me for just a moment.

A taste of radiation poisoning. I could smell the rain. Wonder seems to be the warm background, static at times, blue and static.

The wind at this altitude was different, magnetic amongst other things. A tilt in the compass, millions of maps flicker during the shuffle.
Gravity affects the surrounding clocks.
The arrival of a copper taste distracts me from what is going on.
Just as my imagination’s inkwell began to fill up, turbulence shook the room. My reflection in the oil slick stretched as the ink spilled out. It fell backwards, missing the engine schematics sitting on the table. The small ink bottle rolled toward the open window in front of me. I watched as it spiraled through the rain clouds. Left-over ink flew out, creating an oil spill in the second and third sky.

Sometimes I digress with description. Will you go blind with me?

Another tilt of the compass
Further away my steps make the edge.
Discovery expands the floor beneath us.
The sky appeared glassy, like the sky was its own telescope. It seemed almost linear, layered, with levels behind it, so that from where we stood we could look into another universe.


A few more interesting poems:

https://poets.org/poem/muddy

https://poets.org/poem/unexplorer


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1st poem written by Edna St. Vincent Millay
2nd poem written by Orlando White
Main poem written by Arron Leland
I’ll try to catch the part of me that is falling. Until then I’ll try to learn how use my wings from the butterflies that hand me the phone when you’re calling. – Arron Leland

Wonder the Warm Background

Society’s Muse is finally done, and I’ve finally spelled Society’s Muse right (lol). It’s been quite a while; I’ve been working on that and a few other things. I decided that before I release Society’s Muse which has about four parts, I’ll release d.l.j on here in order, one or two poems at a time. Society’s Muse ties into that and the project that comes after it, so it will give a little more background and context to the overall idea. In the meantime, I’m going to revamp a few posts and release them in the correct order. Thanks for giving me a chance to share this with you guys, see you Friday.


Here are a few poems from poets.org that I thought were cool, I hope you enjoy them too:

https://poets.org/your-heart-parking-meter

https://poets.org/poem/gathering-artists

https://poets.org/poem/sonnet-winter

https://poets.org/poem/falling-star

 

And here are a few pieces of motivation to help you stay positive.

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

“If you are quiet enough, you will hear the flow of the universe. You will feel its rhythm. Go with this flow. Happiness lies ahead. Meditation is key.” – Buddha

 


Wonder seems to be the warm background, static at times, blue and static.


 

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1st poem Your Heart is a Parking Meter written by Tucker Leighty-Pillips
2nd poem On Gathering Artist written by Alberto Rios
3rd poem Sonnet Winter written by Emily Chubbuck Judson
4th poem Falling Star written by Sara Teasdale
I’ll try to catch the part of me that is falling. Until then I’ll try to learn how use my wings from the butterflies that hand me the phone when you’re calling. – Arron Leland

 

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