November 11th, 2014

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Sing Me a Song

This is a poem that could be about me, and if it were, it occurred many years ago. It is a cautionary tale of the outcome of heated encounters and their aftermath.

Sing Me a Song
Poem for Day 049 – 20141111

The night was bliss,
proceeded by a day of talking,
and walking through the fields.
Connections were made,
next to the fire,
followed by ourselves unconcealing.

Bodies bared to each other.
Yearnings satisfied in the dark.
She was so many contrary things,
and this is what I needed:
angel and succubus,
pleasure and pain.

We rested spent from the night.
It ended too soon,
the dawn interrupted our conjoining.
I could see her in the light,
revealed in her femininity whole,
she was a beautiful sight.

She sang me a song,
of loss and parting.
It was a country tune,
so sad and melancholy.
It spoke of love found,
it accused of love lost.

The night was bliss.
The morning was harsh.
Truthful statements laid at my feet.
I remember her fondly,
so many years ago,
and the song sang most true.

© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Shaman - Horse

Poem - The Poet's Urge

The artist, freed of the struggle of creation, moves into a place of wanting to produce more and more visions. There are conventional artists, and then there are the rest of us. We want to reveal a world that many see, but few will admit. The result is the art reminds the viewer of what they already know, even if the knowing is dark indeed.

The Poet's Urge
Poem for Day 050 – 20141112

I have this urge, one I barely control, that comes from below,
a place most abstract: somewhere between the mind and heart.
I want to share, reveal to you, and me,
life as it, as it was and what it could be.

Beware the path revealed, the moods are erratic.
I will guide you to pleasure and pain.
I will show vistas of beauty and stain.
The mark of evil lays near to the glory of goodness.
In between perhaps snare your attention as I share.

I stand before you as poet, visionary and damned.
I will be kind, as kind as I am to myself.
I will be gentle, if I knew what this was.
I only know that I must, compelled by demon and saint,
share with you revelations within,
from purloined voices, yours and mine, wherein.

© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
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