web01.fireside.fm Thu, 09 Apr 2026 11:30:55 -0500 Fireside (https://fireside.fm) The Poet (delayed) - Episodes Tagged with “Change” https://blessed-pine-5317.fireside.fm/tags/change Thu, 02 Jun 2022 13:15:00 -0600 Welcome to The Poet Delayed Podcast! This podcast is a space for real, honest, and meaningful conversation. I explore poetry, literature, healing, relationships, and the deep importance of connection—not just with others, but also with ourselves. While we talk about the beauty and significance of relationships, we also dive into the vital act of staying true to who we are. It’s easy to lose ourselves in the world and in the connections we cherish, but this space is a reminder that being in relationship with others should never mean abandoning ourselves. Whether I’m sharing my own journey or talking with guests, my goal is to create a space where stories and experiences bring us closer together. I believe that through sharing, we find understanding, and through connection, we find a sense of belonging. "May I be I is the only prayer - not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong." - E.E. Cummings en-us episodic using poetry to discover meaning in life Scott Edgar Welcome to The Poet Delayed Podcast! This podcast is a space for real, honest, and meaningful conversation. I explore poetry, literature, healing, relationships, and the deep importance of connection—not just with others, but also with ourselves. While we talk about the beauty and significance of relationships, we also dive into the vital act of staying true to who we are. It’s easy to lose ourselves in the world and in the connections we cherish, but this space is a reminder that being in relationship with others should never mean abandoning ourselves. Whether I’m sharing my own journey or talking with guests, my goal is to create a space where stories and experiences bring us closer together. I believe that through sharing, we find understanding, and through connection, we find a sense of belonging. "May I be I is the only prayer - not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong." - E.E. Cummings no Poetry, therapy, trauma, recovery, relationships, connection, authenticity Scott Edgar poetdelayed@gmail.com Episode 3: Forgotten Walls https://blessed-pine-5317.fireside.fm/3 0c5144c2-5493-4b43-ad0f-daeb23d3b9b8 Thu, 02 Jun 2022 13:15:00 -0600 Scott Edgar 3 Forgotten Walls full 1 Scott Edgar I read my poem "Forgotten Walls" and discuss it with my guest, Josh Baron. 54:20 no I'd love to hear any of your thoughts or comments regarding my poem or our discussion in this episode. You can email me at poetdelayed@gmail.com. Thanks for listening. FORGOTTEN WALLS Clarity comes And the walls reveal themselves – tall, strong and immovable. In the haze and fog, Which is his daily walk, Their existence is blurred; They are forgotten Though he was there when they were built, and even added stones. Now in clarity, he looks to bring them down – stone by stone. And so he works relentlessly, with pick and hammer As his salty sweat stings his eyes and His muscles and mind fatigue. Yet his only yield from this Sisyphean task is Bloodied palms and frustration, While the stones remain, one upon the other. Then slowly and imperceptibly, (under cover of his exhausted heart and mind) The fog seeps back again And hides the stony barricade. The image used as the cover art and on the header is a painting of Sisyphus by Titian. (By Titian - [2], Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3860214) Special Guest: Josh Baron. walls, trauma, depression, failure, trauma, mental health, change, sisyphus I'd love to hear any of your thoughts or comments regarding my poem or our discussion in this episode. You can email me at poetdelayed@gmail.com.

Thanks for listening.

FORGOTTEN WALLS

Clarity comes
And the walls reveal themselves –
tall, strong and immovable.
In the haze and fog,
Which is his daily walk,
Their existence is blurred;
They are forgotten
Though he was there when they were built,
and even added stones.
Now in clarity, he looks to bring them down –
stone by stone.
And so he works relentlessly,
with pick and hammer
As his salty sweat stings his eyes and
His muscles and mind fatigue.
Yet his only yield from this Sisyphean task is
Bloodied palms and frustration,
While the stones remain, one upon the other.
Then slowly and imperceptibly,
(under cover of his exhausted heart and mind)
The fog seeps back again
And hides the stony barricade.

The image used as the cover art and on the header is a painting of Sisyphus by Titian.

[](By Titian - [2], Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3860214)

Special Guest: Josh Baron.

]]> I'd love to hear any of your thoughts or comments regarding my poem or our discussion in this episode. You can email me at poetdelayed@gmail.com.

Thanks for listening.

FORGOTTEN WALLS

Clarity comes
And the walls reveal themselves –
tall, strong and immovable.
In the haze and fog,
Which is his daily walk,
Their existence is blurred;
They are forgotten
Though he was there when they were built,
and even added stones.
Now in clarity, he looks to bring them down –
stone by stone.
And so he works relentlessly,
with pick and hammer
As his salty sweat stings his eyes and
His muscles and mind fatigue.
Yet his only yield from this Sisyphean task is
Bloodied palms and frustration,
While the stones remain, one upon the other.
Then slowly and imperceptibly,
(under cover of his exhausted heart and mind)
The fog seeps back again
And hides the stony barricade.

The image used as the cover art and on the header is a painting of Sisyphus by Titian.

[](By Titian - [2], Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3860214)

Special Guest: Josh Baron.

]]> Episode 2: [Ignorant before the heavens of my life] by Rainer Maria Rilke https://blessed-pine-5317.fireside.fm/2 27d5674a-d0fb-4de9-bf2f-131ed08c6e14 Wed, 01 Jun 2022 11:15:00 -0600 Scott Edgar 2 [Ignorant before the heavens of my life] by Rainer Maria Rilke full 1 Scott Edgar Read and discuss Rilke’s [Ignorant before the heavens of my life] 28:00 no Life is tragic and it is easy to get bogged down to the point where we just wake, eat, work, sleep, repeat or we suffer traumatic events that may cause us to withdraw into a seemingly protected existence. In both instances, we miss out on living a meaningful life and on experiencing the invigoration of being human. I feel that this poem by Rilke discusses the moment we become aware that there is a vibrant life to be lived and the realizations surrounding that awareness. It seems to encapsulate the beginning or the call of the mythological hero's journey. [Ignorant before the heavens of my life] Ignorant before the heavens of my life, I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness of the stars. Their rising and descent. How still. As if I didn't exist. Do I have any share in this? Have I somehow dispensed with their pure effect? Does my blood's ebb and flow change with their changes? Let me put aside every desire, every relationship except this one, so that my heart grows used to its farthest spaces. Better that it live fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than as if protected, soothed by what is near. RM Rilke I'd love to hear any comments or thoughts about this episode. You can email me at poetdelayed@gmail.com. Thanks for listening. Rilke, poetry, hero’s journey, personal authenticity, ignorant before the heavens of my life Life is tragic and it is easy to get bogged down to the point where we just wake, eat, work, sleep, repeat or we suffer traumatic events that may cause us to withdraw into a seemingly protected existence. In both instances, we miss out on living a meaningful life and on experiencing the invigoration of being human. I feel that this poem by Rilke discusses the moment we become aware that there is a vibrant life to be lived and the realizations surrounding that awareness. It seems to encapsulate the beginning or the call of the mythological hero's journey.

[Ignorant before the heavens of my life]

Ignorant before the heavens of my life,
I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness
of the stars. Their rising and descent. How still.
As if I didn't exist. Do I have any
share in this? Have I somehow dispensed with
their pure effect? Does my blood's ebb and flow
change with their changes? Let me put aside
every desire, every relationship
except this one, so that my heart grows used to
its farthest spaces. Better that it live
fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than
as if protected, soothed by what is near.

RM Rilke

I'd love to hear any comments or thoughts about this episode. You can email me at poetdelayed@gmail.com. Thanks for listening.

]]> Life is tragic and it is easy to get bogged down to the point where we just wake, eat, work, sleep, repeat or we suffer traumatic events that may cause us to withdraw into a seemingly protected existence. In both instances, we miss out on living a meaningful life and on experiencing the invigoration of being human. I feel that this poem by Rilke discusses the moment we become aware that there is a vibrant life to be lived and the realizations surrounding that awareness. It seems to encapsulate the beginning or the call of the mythological hero's journey.

[Ignorant before the heavens of my life]

Ignorant before the heavens of my life,
I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness
of the stars. Their rising and descent. How still.
As if I didn't exist. Do I have any
share in this? Have I somehow dispensed with
their pure effect? Does my blood's ebb and flow
change with their changes? Let me put aside
every desire, every relationship
except this one, so that my heart grows used to
its farthest spaces. Better that it live
fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than
as if protected, soothed by what is near.

RM Rilke

I'd love to hear any comments or thoughts about this episode. You can email me at poetdelayed@gmail.com. Thanks for listening.

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