#seanathon poems on Hello Poetry

Colm Jun 2019

There is more meaning I find in the Me of You
Than there are words in all of the pages transcribed by man

And no promise, dream or lie will ever suffice
In communicating what I cannot

The importance of your existing to me
Be it only for this short period of time

Just once in a bitter little lifetime

There's always more meaning to be found

Fervent Series (5/10) - 06/23/19

#fervent #series #poem #verse #seanathon #poetry #bitter #little #lifetime

Colm Jun 2019

Hayseeds

Grass browned and cut with a chawing cud
Fat and round with a sun burnt down

Unlike me

Not a one of them knows a breath of Frost
Or has ever weighed over an ounce of Cummings evenly

No

We are different makers, different means
With different paths to guided completely differently

And thank God for that
And this preferential me

Thank God for that

Fervent Series (3/10) - 06/23/19

#hayseeds #fervent #series #poem #poet #poetry #seanathon

Colm Jun 2019

Overcome

It's not how quick your feet are
Or how fast you can run in an attempt to fly

It's none of THAT and all of THIS
How you fall with the imperfections of each inevitable try

I'll tell you what it is, IT IS, right in front of you
In the face of the breath which has yet to come

It has nothing to do with how many times your feet may falter
When you fail to fly

But how quickly you can defy and overcome
Which defines the true heart inside

True Hearts - They Try

Fervent Series (2/10) - 06/23/19

#overcome #fervent #series #poen #poet #poetry #seanathon #verse

Colm Jun 2019

Fervently

Quicker than the blink of a Firefly
Brighter than the summer days and nights
Quieter than a Brook trouts breath
And more beautiful than the gradient sky
Are the words which I've yet to hear from you
But look forward to
Most fervently

Fervent Series (1/10) - 06/23/19

#fervently #fervent #series #seanathon #poem #poet #poetry

Colm Feb 2019

A Song of Memory

When I hear the song we once did share
Echoing though the woods of now

And bouncing off of the realizations
Of how we both cared then and now

It is here I find that I'm young again
Be it only in mind and consequence

Let not a wish be defined by when
But know this of this aged man

That the ending doesn't seem to stop
Me hearing that same old song again

No, it loops itself on
Again and again

(:

#hi #sarias #song #once #more #seanathon

Colm Nov 2018

Receding

Show me a world
In which I’ve slowed myself down
To the point where I can see my own point of mind
My own line and where it ends
And when

Laughing at myself. Receding. Smallness of mind.

#receding #laughing #at #myself #smallness #of #mind #seanathon

Colm Sep 2018

The Writers Bench

If they would dedicate a bench to me, I'd have them lay some fresh concrete, not much, just about four feet.

I'd have them place a pad and rusted seat, between the adult framing trees and paint it green.

And henceforth, it would be known as the writers bench, dedicated to all of the sights left unseen, from that particular spot to be.

But I doubt they'd waste a bench on me.

And perhaps, that spot's better left to the grass and trees.

To the living me.

A quiet, well framed, subtle spot where a man can breathe.

Beauty has a name and it's the view from here.

#lol #dedication #of #*** #bench #seanathon #verse

Colm Sep 2018

A More Youthful Me

Before the autumn comes
Before the trees are torn by the harsh winds
And the world is consumed by leafy snow

Before the fires edge and burn out slow
And dark soiled Earth is turned to rust

Before the autumn comes again and then
I will find myself
Once more and last
In the springtime of my youth the pass

For there my fate will not be determined
For all are falling, all are fast

But before the autumn comes again
I will outstretch my strong summer arms
And try and hold the winter back

In the springtime of my youth to pass

In October I do battle and each war is always different. It's no longer about making enemies or friends. It's not about ME or this frail human history. It's about the blessing of being able to try and fail. The freedom to be without restraints for a few days (like when I was a younger guy). That freedom to me means oh-so-much.

#*** #youthful #me #verse #rhyme #battle #poem #poet #sean #seanathon

Colm Sep 2018

Stirring Memories Beneath The Sea

Pieces of you scatter and sway
       With every footstep underneath

Like a string of steps beneath the sea
       My hope is silt
       And my thoughts are of you

Though the tides may turn
       On a direful coin
       As they press for only the most history true

It’s forever in memory and in mind
       And in the quiet corners of my conscious mind
       Where you will be

Drifting like the sparkling sands
       Are the memories of you renewed

It's hard to let go of a pleasant memory. For me, something stunning and ironic keeps on resurfacing in my personal life. A song, a saying, etc. Suddenly it will just click for me mentally, stirring up the past like a cloud of silt at the bottom of the ocean.

And most difficult of all is that I WANT to be there. Such a beautiful sight is hard not to revisit. But I cannot survive beneath the sea. I'm not a fish.

#stirring #memories #beneath #the #sea #verse #poem #poet #seanathon #rhyme

Colm Jun 2018

When In Love

BE, like a quiet wind through the cattails. BREATHE, like a cloud in the minds sky.

SOUND, like a hallway in the grandest library. And TRUST, like parachute lines.

HEAR, like the rustling deer in the bitterroots. HUM, like it's noone you'll find.

SLEEP, like the deep pooling waters of green. And SIGH, as if he were only there in mind.

Or she. If you're like me.

#sounds #when #in #love #verse #rhyme #sean #seanathon