FromTheDarkCornersSeries &mdash; https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/tag:FromTheDarkCornersSeries Attempts at writing... Short stories, poetry, essays, and a novel someday... Sun, 19 Apr 2026 15:04:15 +0000 Through Your Eyes https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/through-your-eyes?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[From the Dark Corners series #11 !--more-- &nbsp; Cloister, a tree Singing to the Gods Retired from the world Dancing, lonely My skin against yours Deeply you touch my soul Looking, through your eyes I see the other side And instantly all makes sense &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; #Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #tree #gods #soul #dance ]]> From the Dark Corners series #11
 
Cloister, a tree
Singing to the Gods
Retired from the world

Dancing, lonely
My skin against yours
Deeply you touch my soul

Looking, through your eyes
I see the other side
And instantly all makes sense
 
 
 
#Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #tree #gods #soul #dance

]]> https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/through-your-eyes Mon, 19 Feb 2024 02:50:12 +0000 Sandcastle https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/sand-castle?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[From the Dark Corners series #10 !--more-- &nbsp; Reminiscence of a far away storm A tree has reached the shore Its bark carrying antique history In its roots entangled memories On this shore, a sandcastle waits to be Gifted back to the sea Each grain carrying traces of laughter From the high waves singing to the tree Souvenir of something I cannot grasp A horn in the distance Echo of my heart on a foggy day Drifting away reclaimed by the sea &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; #Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #ocean #shore #tree #memory #roots #history #MentalHealth ]]> From the Dark Corners series #10
 
Reminiscence of a far away storm
A tree has reached the shore
Its bark carrying antique history
In its roots entangled memories

On this shore, a sandcastle waits to be
Gifted back to the sea
Each grain carrying traces of laughter
From the high waves singing to the tree

Souvenir of something I cannot grasp
A horn in the distance
Echo of my heart on a foggy day
Drifting away reclaimed by the sea
 
 
 
#Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #ocean #shore #tree #memory #roots #history #MentalHealth

]]> https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/sand-castle Sun, 18 Feb 2024 05:30:23 +0000 The Magnitude of Silence https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/the-magnitude-of-silence?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[From the Dark Corners series #9 !--more-- &nbsp; In between the noise A pearl of silence drops A short window within The strings of time expand That gap a residence For my soul to inhabit A memory carried within For when I feel unrest Space of boundless magnitude Already the window is closing A time again so short Yet an infinity &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; #Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #silence #noise #soul #infinity]]> From the Dark Corners series #9
 
In between the noise
A pearl of silence drops
A short window within
The strings of time expand

That gap a residence
For my soul to inhabit
A memory carried within
For when I feel unrest

Space of boundless magnitude
Already the window is closing

A time again so short
Yet an infinity
 
 
 
#Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #silence #noise #soul #infinity

]]> https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/the-magnitude-of-silence Sat, 17 Feb 2024 04:47:45 +0000 Fleeting Moment https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/fleeting-moment?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[From the Dark Corners series #8 !--more-- &nbsp; For a fleeting moment I am unsure where I reside An in-between I inhabit Every morning of every night A space that warps an hour into a second Where thoughts are transient and quickly forgotten A moment of wake for a life unlived Until the clock awakes me to leave &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; #Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #life #sleep #wake #dream]]> From the Dark Corners series #8
 
For a fleeting moment
I am unsure where I reside
An in-between I inhabit
Every morning of every night

A space that warps
an hour into a second
Where thoughts are transient
and quickly forgotten

A moment of wake for a life unlived
Until the clock awakes me to leave
 
 
 
#Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #life #sleep #wake #dream

]]> https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/fleeting-moment Fri, 16 Feb 2024 06:47:31 +0000 Unrest https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/unrest?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[From the Dark Corners series #7 !--more-- &nbsp; Victim of unrest A vibration comes At first a whisper It becomes a storm Blurring all the lines Of your reflection &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; #Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #MentalHealth #life ]]> From the Dark Corners series #7
 
Victim of unrest
A vibration comes
At first a whisper
It becomes a storm
Blurring all the lines
Of your reflection
 
 
 
#Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #MentalHealth #life

]]> https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/unrest Thu, 15 Feb 2024 03:55:31 +0000 Sometimes https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/sometimes?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[From the Dark Corners series #6 !--more-- &nbsp; I think about death Sometimes Whispering in my dreams Wandering in my thoughts Sometimes Shivering above my skin Until it's time &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; #Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #MentalHealth #life #death ]]> From the Dark Corners series #6
 
I think about death
Sometimes
Whispering in my dreams
Wandering in my thoughts
Sometimes
Shivering above my skin
Until it's time
 
 
 
#Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #MentalHealth #life #death

]]> https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/sometimes Wed, 14 Feb 2024 04:30:53 +0000 Just Like That https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/just-like-that?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[From the Dark Corners series #5 !--more-- &nbsp; And just like that half a lifetime has passed What have I done of this moment in time Seems like nothing and yet it is plenty And just like that the other half has come What will I do of the remaining time Seems like plenty and yet it is nothing And just like that the end will come knocking What will I think of the time that has gone Full and happy, empty and fool Neither and both, maybe Life is just like that &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; #Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #MentalHealth #life #time #age #40YearsOld ]]> From the Dark Corners series #5
 
And just like that
half a lifetime has passed
What have I done
of this moment in time

Seems like nothing
and yet it is plenty

And just like that
the other half has come
What will I do
of the remaining time

Seems like plenty
and yet it is nothing

And just like that
the end will come knocking
What will I think
of the time that has gone

Full and happy, empty and fool
Neither and both, maybe

Life is just like that
 
 
 
#Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #MentalHealth #life #time #age #40YearsOld

]]> https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/just-like-that Mon, 12 Feb 2024 21:30:43 +0000 No Trace https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/no-trace?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[From the Dark Corners series #4 !--more-- &nbsp; A machine of massive destruction hugging my heart tight Rivers flowing through the crevices of time reaching for light To find only darkness Can you hear the call of my fear? Engine digging leaving me howling Am I nothing more than a heap of dust? Waiting for the wind to blow Leaving no trace but trash to be remembered &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; #Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #MentalHealth #life #humanity #death ]]> From the Dark Corners series #4
 
A machine of
massive destruction
hugging my heart
tight

Rivers flowing through
the crevices of time
reaching for
light

To find only
darkness

Can you hear the call of my fear?
Engine digging leaving me
howling

Am I nothing more than a heap of dust?
Waiting for the wind to blow
Leaving

no trace but trash
to be remembered
 
 
 
#Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #MentalHealth #life #humanity #death

]]> https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/no-trace Sun, 08 Oct 2023 23:02:37 +0000 Unknown territory https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/unknown-territory?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[From the Dark Corners series #3 !--more-- &nbsp; It sets off on an adventure Exploring every corner of this new territory Creating its own soft hills and valleys Impervious to the disaster it leaves behind !--more-- Coming and going on its own volition Every morning a new map is drawn Same process and yet always different It's itching, itching until it can't be ignored Like a wave, burning, swelling Until it's flooding a territory not its own Its reasons are unclear And demand further investigation Drugs can be a way to apprehend it Although a temporary way Its deeper motives indeed Need to be uncovered and comprehended Only then can it be tamed, and rid for good. &nbsp; &nbsp; --- &nbsp; This poem is as raw as I wrote it on the worst morning of a 3-week bout of severe hives and angioedema. It came to me in a wave just like the hives did. Thank goodness it finally got better earlier this week. So this morning, I took a 3hr dance workshop. I was not sure if I should go. First I'm not a morning exercise kind of person, but also my body was so exhausted. My muscles felt weak. I could sense I needed replenishing and I was not sure I could go through a 3hr dance class. But Rianne made it so gentle and soft, inviting and caring. It's probably only in the last hour that I felt a new flow of energy, the liveliness re-integrating my body. I hadn't realized how much of a toll this whole thing took on me, physically and mentally, until at the end of the workshop, when sharing our thoughts, I was unable to hold my tears. Contained within those tears was a messy mix of feelings: all the stress from both the illness and not knowing why it was happening or how long it would last; all the fatigue from not sleeping well; but also the gratitude of being here in a safe and judgement-free space where I could share those feelings; and the appreciation of being able to deal with this from a place of privilege, privilege of having a great family doctor who cares and listens, privilege of friends and family I can count on, privilege of not stressing about other things like money or housing. The title of the song for the phrase we danced at the end felt so appropriate. It's called "God Turn Me Into a Flower" by Weyes Blood (beautiful and soothing song by the way). And that's really how I felt, like a flower blooming again after the winter. I know the hives could come back anytime. And I'm still pretty tired. But for now, I will just be grateful for my healthy and fully functioning body and mind, while having a new understanding and admiration for those who suffer from chronic pain and illness. And I will try to be more attentive to my body, who was probably trying to tell me something worth listening to. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; #Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #dance #hives #illness #ChronicPain #health #energy #flow #MentalHealth #gratitude ]]> From the Dark Corners series #3
 
It sets off on an adventure
Exploring every corner of this new territory
Creating its own soft hills and valleys
Impervious to the disaster it leaves behind
Coming and going on its own volition
Every morning a new map is drawn
Same process and yet always different
It's itching, itching until it can't be ignored
Like a wave, burning, swelling
Until it's flooding a territory not its own
Its reasons are unclear
And demand further investigation
Drugs can be a way to apprehend it
Although a temporary way
Its deeper motives indeed
Need to be uncovered and comprehended
Only then can it be tamed, and rid for good.
 
 

 
This poem is as raw as I wrote it on the worst morning of a 3-week bout of severe hives and angioedema. It came to me in a wave just like the hives did. Thank goodness it finally got better earlier this week. So this morning, I took a 3hr dance workshop. I was not sure if I should go. First I'm not a morning exercise kind of person, but also my body was so exhausted. My muscles felt weak. I could sense I needed replenishing and I was not sure I could go through a 3hr dance class. But Rianne made it so gentle and soft, inviting and caring. It's probably only in the last hour that I felt a new flow of energy, the liveliness re-integrating my body.

I hadn't realized how much of a toll this whole thing took on me, physically and mentally, until at the end of the workshop, when sharing our thoughts, I was unable to hold my tears. Contained within those tears was a messy mix of feelings: all the stress from both the illness and not knowing why it was happening or how long it would last; all the fatigue from not sleeping well; but also the gratitude of being here in a safe and judgement-free space where I could share those feelings; and the appreciation of being able to deal with this from a place of privilege, privilege of having a great family doctor who cares and listens, privilege of friends and family I can count on, privilege of not stressing about other things like money or housing.

The title of the song for the phrase we danced at the end felt so appropriate. It's called “God Turn Me Into a Flower” by Weyes Blood (beautiful and soothing song by the way). And that's really how I felt, like a flower blooming again after the winter.

I know the hives could come back anytime. And I'm still pretty tired. But for now, I will just be grateful for my healthy and fully functioning body and mind, while having a new understanding and admiration for those who suffer from chronic pain and illness. And I will try to be more attentive to my body, who was probably trying to tell me something worth listening to.
 
 
 
#Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #dance #hives #illness #ChronicPain #health #energy #flow #MentalHealth #gratitude

]]> https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/unknown-territory Mon, 22 May 2023 01:40:55 +0000 Only One Moment https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/only-one-moment?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[From the Dark Corners series #2 A poem for the year that is gone. !--more-- &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; #Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #life #EndOfYear #NewYear #PresentMoment]]> From the Dark Corners series #2
A poem for the year that is gone.

 
 
 
#Poetry #english #FromTheDarkCornersSeries #life #EndOfYear #NewYear #PresentMoment

]]> https://blog.echoingfrog.ca/only-one-moment Mon, 02 Jan 2023 02:14:13 +0000