June 9th, 2015

Shaman - Horse

Poem - I Could Wake

I am addicted to beauty. Perhaps it is a universal malady, or I am singularly cursed. No matter, it assists my poetry and photography. The song / poem “I Could Awake” is the speaker’s lyrical testimony about the beauty of another. Life is beautiful in so many ways, but the object of his affection is that much more.


I Could Wake
Poem for Day 160 – 20150609

I could wake a thousand days,
to see sunrises in that many ways,
their beauty would be pale compare
to the loveliness of you my dear.

I could wake, and if I must,
all I want to see is the beauty of you.

The bard's tunes are heaven bliss,
arranged to please and tease the ear.
This is mute in comparison
to the sound of your dulcet voice.

Diamonds sparkle and gems impress,
nature's riches worth a fortune.
Their value means nothing to me
as I gaze into the depths of your eyes.

I could wake, and if I must,
all I want to see is the beauty of you.

Silky fabrics and handsome clothes,
garments fit for king or queen,
are rough to feel when we touch,
mutual caress of skin to skin.

Sweet desserts and silky wines,
both tasty treats to my palate,
offer nothing when I taste
sweet savor of your parted lips.

I could wake, and if I must,
all I want to see is the beauty of you.

So many ways the world impresses,
but these are a mere distraction
to the true blessing to consider,
pleasing my senses in so many ways.

I could wake a thousand days,
my life rich in so many ways,
but I'd be poor without you dear,
the beauty above all other things.

I could wake, and if I must,
all I want to see is the beauty of you,
see the beauty of you,
beauty of you.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
Shaman - Horse

Poem - I Smile Not Because

Brave faces are put on with smiling a natural defense. The poem “I Smile Not Because” is a perhaps autobiographical journey of the smile.


I Smile Not Because
Bonus Poem for Day 160 – 20150609

I smile.
Perhaps you know why,
but I don't think you do,
so I'll give you a clue.

Not because I'm sane.
I'm as crazy as they come,
nuthouse in the attic,
confusion in wheel house.

Not because I'm whole.
I'm broken up inside,
shards of broken glass,
fragments of a shattered soul.

Not because I'm pure.
I'm twisted and confused,
depraved in my ways,
wolf amongst the gentle ones.

Not because I'm brave.
I'm fearful of so much,
life forestalled while I hide
from the life I must have.

I smile,
because I've survived.
I smile,
even with the things I'm not.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved