April 12th, 2015

Shaman - Horse

Poem - She Undone

My poetry is getting slowly getting traction on social / art websites. It is nice when a bit of verse gets attention. One such observer really struck a cord with me. They were brutally honest with how they felt about themselves and the world around them. The result was not pretty, but in their work I saw a muted hope and delicate appreciation of beauty. The poem “She Undone” is dedicated to this soul and those like them.

She Undone
Poem for Day 102 – 20150412

She was undone,
frayed at the edges,
threads pulled at,
unraveling from the core,
so she could tell
where the pain ended
and she began.

Unreconciled emotion,
burning within,
the torch is lit,
to show the way,
catch fire to the weak,
consumed in rage
as the whole immolates.

So much beauty
betrayed in the end,
seen but not seen,
recognition impeded,
by static of life's chains,
held in others hands,
just out of reach.

Pain in the end,
life's constant companion,
unwanted consort,
dreaded paramour,
you are leech,
devour of the soul,
the meal undeserved.

She was undone,
madness deconstructed,
cast out to the world,
a deaf recipient,
pray that the remains,
the core of the person,
will stay here with us.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
Sinfest - The Truth

Poem - Snowflake

Beauty comes in many forms. Some are aesthetically pleasing. Others are horrifically arresting. All come from a place of unique creation, culminating in the one recognized as beautiful.

Bonus Poem for Day 102 – 20150412

She is beauty, jewel of mankind.
A rarity in my world, seen from afar,
Consume my breathe, still my rapt heart.
My vision of reality is remade.

Look not to surface loveliness,
her beauty goes much more deep.
Enough to wake my sleeping soul,
to bear witness to one still slumbering.

How can I describe what I see?
Words are not enough to reveal
the power of a being in my sight,
radiant in all things, life complete.

The struggle and the victories,
the compromise and the defeats,
they've created one quite unique
a snowflake in my field of dreams,

Divine breathed, creating you here,
a work in progress, moving forward.
I nod in recognition to a life
of beauty, grace, and so much more.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved