December 29th, 2014

Shaman - Horse

Poem - She Was Seventeen

This was suppose to be my 12/28 posting... I somehow did not complete the posting action!

I wrote the poem “She Was Seventeen” before I started my 90 Days of Poetry (now going 100 Days of Poetry, maybe more!). It harkens back to a time nearly twenty years ago.

She Was Seventeen
Poem for Day 96 – 20141228

She was seventeen and I was not
Eight years apart so many years ago
Now we are older
Time and Life goes on

Today songs jog my thoughts
Jane's Addiction - Been Caught Stealing
I remember you as we were
Violent Femmes - Gimme the Car

Twenty-one came and went
The celebration remembered with vodka toasts
You knew what you wanted even then
Moving toward heart felt desires

The Cure marked a division set in time
The Love Cats
Songs are all that are left
My thoughts drift only back

She was seventeen and I was not
Eight years apart so many years ago
Now we are older
Time and Life goes on

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

Poem - Lovely Leo

All of the astrology signs have their special characteristics. While I am terribly partial to Scorpios, I do have a thing for Leos as well. The poem “Lovely Leo” is about that kind of person born during the month of July.

Lovely Leo
Poem for Day 97 – 20141229

Lovely Leo,
you stalk my life.
Oh so near,
and just out of reach.

If I could stroke your hair,
long, wavy, and black.
Peer into your eyes,
pools of covert depth to dive.

Secret painter,
show me more.
Paint to canvas,
unlock the door.

If I could hear your songs,
joyful and mournful alike:
rejoice in sorrow, cry in delight.
Raise your voice with artistic stride.

Your dress speaks of origins
dark fey with elven touch.
Not dark in soul,
this be pure as lion's roar.

I would praise you ever,
woman of curves just right,
come to me one future night,
against passions now delayed.

So look out for me,
from shadows far,
cast your smile to me
so I may thus adore.

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

Poem - Spirits of Dance

Those who embrace dancing fully can admit that they are possessed by the dance. The poem "Spirits of Dance" was inspired by a photo I took of two dancers performing solo blues. They embody two of the muses of dance, ones that I very much appreciate.

Spirits of Dance
Bonus Poem for Day 97 – 20141229

Spirits of dance,
join us here now.
Motion and soul
divinely combined.
We desire your expression,
your knowing insight,
so we may merge now
in dancing delight.

Ninja and Sprite,
echoes of us,
lend us your gifts
of movement and trust.
We long to move
with sureness of foot
while our emotions
lift hearts filled with love.

Linger here longer,
the dance does go on,
we call for your favors
as we become one.
So it shall be,
with your guidance at hand,
we dance at your feet
as the dance continues on.

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

Poem - Chosen Friends

A friend shared a blog ( about chosen family. A chosen family are friends that are an extension, or even a replacement, for biological family. The importance of these friends is that they give us three messages that we really need to hear. The poem “Chosen Friends” is about these messages. I too rarely communicate one-one-one with the majority of my friends out in the world. There are barriers, the biggest being that I am an inherently shy person, but these do not dampen the affection that I have for my friends and the strength of the messages that I would share with them.

Chosen Friends
Bonus Poem for Day 97 – 20141229

We may never dance,
or only in a blue moon,
but know that hold you
in my heart as a friend.
Many a year has passed,
or we may have just met,
but my photos do voice
the same messages to you all.

I see you,
through lens and eye.
I admire your persistence
in this life so involved.

I am proud of you,
dancer of life.
You are up to the tasks,
in this life shared by all.

I love you,
and words fail me now.
So powerful is this emotion,
I cannot fully say how.

These three statements I make,
to my friends near and far.
You are dear to me,
though I voice it not often enough.
Continue to dance, to revel,
to cry, and to laugh.
I will be at your side,
to choose you as my friend ever more.

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

Poem - Forest Pool

I did a DAP (Dynamic Art Program) treatment of a waterfall up on Hwy 11. The result inspired me to write a poem about the temporary respites taken in life.

Forest Pool
Bonus Poem for Day 97 – 20141229

Flowing water,
forest pool,
shall I rest here,
or shall I continue on?
Waterfall white,
beckon me to your side:
to lay down by shoals,
rocks glistening wet.
I shall dive the pool,
shed my cover,
and there I will find
your gift for me.
Soft sand, warm sun,
wet water, round stones.
Hold me in your embrace,
share your pleasure with me.
Now I must leave this forest pool,
it has become time to move on.
You were my sanctuary,
but I must journey on.

© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.