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Jan 2019 · 271
My Own Two Feet
I walk on given precious gems
far better than a crown of gold
two stands with jointed wiggling stems
to bring me places yet untold

As swift as wind, gentler though
to climb the highest rocky peaks
for dashing past the trees that grow
beside the spring time lazy creeks

Graceful, still, awkward Why?
Getting longer, skilled, with age
many shoes, new pairs to fly
a ballerina takes the stage

They're mine, not perfect but complete
down below, my own two feet
Jan 2015 · 624
Summer
This glorious time of year
grace is in bloom, divine
supple spindles gleam
by golden beam
waltz, waltz June fairies
from dandelion to lofty pine

Off on a stroll above meadows
scented wisps, a tryst, oh my
sandalwood, sweet
fair mulberry treat
swoon, swoon ethereal swans
into the mild, evening light, of July

Stirring for summer's farewell
frail wonders, tulips, up high
butterflies pair
with delicate flair
steady, steady August delights
primroses await your slumbering sigh


      ~ Luther Lynton Seahand ~
George Winston's Summer Album is quite inspiring. That and Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, 1st movement.
Feb 2014 · 445
Last Stand
When a horse is on his knee

Don't shoot him till he stands

One so proud, a final plea

Is his to stay your hands

Will you drag him when he's dead

Should you tear his flesh and mane

Leave him there to shed

His glory in the rain

For when the clouds have risen

His figure leaves his voice

Painted in the prison

Of life without a choice
Feb 2014 · 931
This House
Clouds are weeping at my door
Puddles tearfully trickle in
Moonlight falls, whisper thin

Shingles chatter on the roof
Winter sends her lonely kiss
Restless winds, a soulful hiss

Tousled twigs caress the windows
Shattered leaves sorrow down
Willows writhe, orchids frown

Shutters sigh outside these walls
Thunder moans in evening gloom
Wilted love, she cannot bloom
A Scotsman's daughter named Nelly

Drew pictures of mice on her belly

That night in a dream

She squeaked out a scream

And woke with a tail in New Delhi
There are so many people I miss, especially my wife, and the very exciting things we used to do together. Sometimes I am sorrowfully speechless at the thought of them, and often drowning in a pool of private tears over the loss of my one true love.  She looks past me as if to see through me as anything and everything deserves her attention more than I do.  However hard I try to pretend it isn't there, a gnawing heartache lingers through the day from the hours of crushing melancholy in the night, seeping into the tone of my voice, fading the vivid colors of the world to a drabby gray.  Even in laughter, I have to fight the dark clouds that threaten to cast a shadow in my expressions.  Can't pull a rabbit out of the hat anymore.  No more escape tricks. I am, fresh out of hope, physically exhausted, emotionally defeated to my core.  It is a very lonely place where all the doors have been shut and bolted from the outside, and the four baren dingy walls that fill my vision in the dimming landscape of life are a stinging reminder of my failures as a father and the inability to measure up as a good husband.  That hour is here, I knew it would come.  I'm off, to a better place. Goodbye.
Feb 2014 · 1.5k
My Sunflower
A Sunflower

Every hour

Smiles brightly on the world

Shadows creep
Sparrows sleep

Not so, her petals gold and cheery

I’ve often thought

Of you a lot

As wonderful and caring
Feb 2014 · 538
Spring
The finest day of spring
Petals dance on sudden gales
Counting everyone
Before the sinking sun
Fly, fly little wings
Like love that never fails

Shadows begin to wake
To a chorus that is the night
Crickets fiddle, slow
Warblers whistle, low
Shine, shine velvet moon
Till last you fade from sight

Hear the sea in song
   Where the swallows play and die
Starlight in the haze
Flicker fireflies, ablaze
Stay, stay gentle dream
Beneath the candles in the sky
Feb 2014 · 1.1k
Winter
Gray is the season that withers
Blossoms dulled by satin frost
How they sadly fall
Cruel chill, it breaks them all
Rest, rest immortal doves
While winter feigns treasures lost

Crystal brooks still as dusk
Mirror figures warm at heart
Oaks over icy knolls
Sprawling old souls
Flutter, flutter leafless arches
For that single spark of life to start

Blushing through frozen woods
Morning hints at splendor, frail
A starling in the snow
Sleeping on her bough
Wake, wake feathered angel
Sing sweet trills of the nightingale
Feb 2014 · 595
Shades Of Autumn
At last, a welcomed light Autumn breeze,

Whistling passed steepled roofs,

Gently lifting branches of the bowing sycamore trees

Lining dull gray sidewalks still toasty warm

From the sweltering heat of the day before;

Departing summer flees threads of deep purple clouds

Leaching westward from the eastern sky,

Inky streams clawing their way into lighter shades of dusk,

The new season has cast her dye.

— The End —