Oct 2018
These reminders I can't escape
staring out of the picture frame
the same individual as before
guiding hand I can't touch
Aphrodite or Hecate
both are present in my day
one to show the way to love
the other to temper what may result
watching from the flat dimension
cloistered on four sides
nonetheless they suggest
which path of goddess I'll partake
their purpose shroud in joy
with the veil of sadness cast
upon a mood that reflects
the breadth of who I am
forever stating what came before
now I walk the path implored
by the one that speak the voice
of deities beyond the veil
combined as a shade expressed
in the present yet still absent
that paradigm that I pursue
magic wrapped in beauty's arms.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181003.
staring out of the picture frame
the same individual as before
guiding hand I can't touch
Aphrodite or Hecate
both are present in my day
one to show the way to love
the other to temper what may result
watching from the flat dimension
cloistered on four sides
nonetheless they suggest
which path of goddess I'll partake
their purpose shroud in joy
with the veil of sadness cast
upon a mood that reflects
the breadth of who I am
forever stating what came before
now I walk the path implored
by the one that speak the voice
of deities beyond the veil
combined as a shade expressed
in the present yet still absent
that paradigm that I pursue
magic wrapped in beauty's arms.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181003.
The poem “Goddesses” was loosely inspired by an especially beautiful and haunting photograph. That photograph reminded me of a mix of qualities that seemed normally contrary. These are qualities I embrace. The resulting poem is a crossing journey between self-revelation and adoration for the inspiring photograph.
