October 1st, 2018

Shaman - Horse

Blog - Four Years of “Poem a Day”

09/24/18 marked four years of writing a poem a day. Since then I’ve written 1,575 poems totaling 203,186 words. It’s been an interesting journey of self-exploration, public sharing, and lots of advocacy for those things I hold dear. To accomplish this I’ve dedicated about an hour and a half each day to writing. Backing that off a little, that’s 1,825 hours. There’s much much more to come in the foreseeable future. I hope you will be there!

I began my daily journey with the poem “Shadows on the Cave Wall”. This was a fitting omen. I’m sharing that first poem below. It’s interesting to see how far I’ve come.

Shadows on the Cave Wall

Black castings of reality
spring from my fire.
Solid impressions of forms
extend from the sun.

Some shadows move
at my command.
Others have an outer life
foreign to my own.

What do I contribute
to this tableau?
My shadow merges
with the sum of shadings.

Are they spirits,
these shadows of reality?
Concrete whispers
echoed in my heart.

Sinister revenants,
unwelcome miasma,
dare I welcome you
to my cave wall?

So I feed the fire
so it may cast
continued shadows
on the cave wall.

© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
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Poem - Proof Condones

The poem “Proof Condones” was inspired by the actions of people who demand evidence for the legitimately of the LGBTQ spectrum.  People from both binary ends are quick to exclaim that the middle does not really exist.  There seems to be a call to provide proof dating, intimate encounters, and chromosome level testing.  These calls are requested for the sake of evidence-based credentials.  Sadly this discredits what the spectrum knows is true for themselves.  Regardless of experience and appearance, the B, Q, and T of LGBTQ are in a position to KNOW who they truly are.  The need for proof, especially proof tied to supposed moral or purity standards, is both hateful and destructive.

Proof Condones

Evidence becomes the coin
determining worth on the scales
already rigged from the start
with no measure to dissuade

when morality is the judge
of a world they’d like to purge
all will fall beneath their gaze
when the virtue is misplaced

evil witnessed outside a book
or experience of the self
both are seen as paradigm
to the ones that are assured

madness lays down those paths
even while hearts are pure
identifying outside the lines
the normative is put aside

deviants by their choice
that’s when nature is most pure
without deceit verbalized
even though the masses cry

normative becomes the chant
damning all that are unique
now proof condones everything
or lack thereof to place the hate.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181001.
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