January 18th, 2018

Shaman - Horse

Poem - At Last Cast

“At Last Cast” was inspired by a friend’s replying comment, “a wizard is never late”. This seemed like poetry fodder of the highest order. The end result is an exploration of what it means to find yourself in the span of compliance and mundanity.


At Last Cast

A wizard is never late
only tardy by others ranks
of what’s important to ensure
manifestation in the world
time may have passed away
victim of a world spinning
seasons come and then gone
this moment holds the true worth

so many headstones for the days
soldiers felled in constant war
between magic’s final goal
and the focus of the herd
trotting long in sole focus
to move between here and there
bent to mask what was below
robes in crimson streaked with gold

still the way may be found
spells toned to reveal the lost
hidden from all but one
even there, a path concealed
revelation comes with a price
exiting grooves worn by those
without the same bent of mind
or a heart that seeks its own

magic sprung that may confuse
defiance evoked with sorcery
this is what the mundanes think
while the truth is much more
with the outcome in shades of black
or hot coral that some prefer
vision seeks what’s inside
then manifested in their desire

the wizard arrives when they do
conjuring in the third degree
experience gained from within
then outwardly pushed to express
manifestation on their terms
this is the way that magic turns
celebrate the phoenix birth
found in flames at last cast.

2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180118.
Shaman - Horse

Poem - Beauty I Desire

“Beauty I Desire” was inspired by a Tumblr quote about appreciating beauty.


Beauty I Desire

Beauty haunts me with a twist
predilections defying grace
one embraced in the whole
the other sorted to impress
I'll speak to each in their turn
former being all loveliness
latter being less that this
in words that are oblique.

First the former, eros plain
holy land across the void
with the gap that I'll not cross
limitations are preset
all the curves delight my mind
each is splendid on its own
the vessel asks for no decrees
as if perfection blooms within.

The latter is the dark prison
one in which I am trapped
for too many years contrived
to live out life's falsehood
I'll thank the warden for comfort
vast reward in social gains
then anger spawns all too hot
seeing lack in opposite.

Perhaps that's why I resent
what I see in mirror's face
enemy seen more than friend
an inverse to wakened dreams
loveliness as the hint
pointer to the path I'd take
if the world could reverse
bring me the beauty I desire.

2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180118.