August 10th, 2015

Shaman - Horse

Poem - One Now Gone

Artistry does not save a soul from self-destruction. The passing become more bitter because the artist has touched others. The poem “One Now Gone” is a very dark (warning!) look at artists who take their lives in some way.



One Now Gone
Bonus Poem for Day 222 – 20150810

Sing a song to one gone before,
stolen from the world by their own hand.
Sing a song to those left behind,
survivors of this selfish crime.
An artist departs before their time,
with life's treasures not expressed.
Past works become a bitter memory
of a future that could have been.

Beauty does no ensure happiness
when the well has been poisoned.
Muse urges on creation and
the injured soul responds in turn.
Inspiration can turn toxic
when the void is too often seen.
Creation turns to destruction
as the wheel crushes and grinds.

Tears shed in despair are shared
by those who have left and those still here.
The difference is in the timing,
one felt before, the other felt after.
Sing a song and make it too short
to echo the life now beyond.
Give voice to the tears raining
in memory of the one now gone.

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

Poem - Smile Like a Clown

Clowns seem to be as universally feared as they are loved. This begs the question, why are there clowns? They are there to hide the tears.


Smile Like a Clown
Poem for Day 222 – 20150810

When the words are too dark,
and the verse shows your hand,
make light to the world
and smile like a clown.

Wear shoes far too large,
and red grease on your grin,
the world loves its comfort
though the heart may be grim.

In the end it be well,
at least they hope it will,
for when words are so dark
the endings often are too.

So smile like a clown,
be brave in the face,
because the words are on view
and the world is your stage.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.