November 20th, 2016

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Loaded Gun

I wrote “Loaded Gun” for a poetry competition on the website “Deep Underground Poetry”. The contestants are asked to base their poem on a line from the song “Silver Snail” by the Pixies.

Loaded Gun

Half asleep with a loaded gun
consider what would happen with one half full
spent to move the world along
this became my dream on slumber’s coin.

One bullet would find its mark
though premature, the rest it betrays
into the chasm filled with my doubts
hold dear listener while I complete this tale.

The second slug would travel far
a warning shot sent high into the sky
to let the world know of my plight
I wonder if the noise is loud enough.

The third round I’d most regret
striking so deeply within their hearts
the wounds are tragic, not deserved
now all are innocent when guilt’s assigned.

The fourth projectile would be the last
or was it the first as echoes rebound?
too long in coming, yet sudden still
while survivors consider the outcome.

Now depleted by half you see
these visions have filled my mind with noise
my pistol has been discharged
was it fantasy or horrors yet to come?

2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161120.
Shaman - Horse

Poem - You

There are people in the world that are more special than most. I am honored to spend some amount of time with them. I would laugh with them, cry with them, and honor their place in my life.


I love you dearly
more than most
clearly not in love
the next best thing
somewhere beyond
the associate’s zone
into where I care
about how you are
what you are feeling
what you want
from a shared world
yet still diverse
from my slice
of shared reality
oh so different
still connected.

I care for you
too much sometimes
about you my friend
hoping it will sustain
finding spark to proclaim
supporting confidence
salve to the wounds
so much to see
paths to walk
through the years
so far ahead
God’s gift to me
undeserved some
say I’ll not argue there
with the one I love.

2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161120.