Short Seaming Poems
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Sutures of connection,
words tightly sewn
Seaming together
—closing the unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
My song will be out of tuned
Distorted and seaming in ruin
A matter of false fact
Under a pretense that
The truth will be told
And not bought and sold
And she swept as her eyes wept.
Still she continues dreaming,
With little knowing
Of her little friends seaming together
A dress just for her.
Without stall,
Away she went to the ball.
Seaming in a sewing room, earning his copper coins in twos. With patterns, tools, & spools, fast pace so hard to do. Rusty fans that are always frozen, feed dog staying broken with a boss who's constantly smoking fine Cuban cigars. Just another day at Sweat Shop Bazaar.
find me here
in
this
concrete form
delusionally real
sinking into seams
seamstresses seaming
what has been stitched
in
me
needle to flesh
she has stolen
my
breath
find me here my dear
find me here
your arms are my addiction
your love opens the shore
find me here
in
the
sand
sinking for more
anchored by this concrete form
find me here
?
As his rider gives the judge a glance,
He tosses his mane and shifts his stance;
The winner he is, without a doubt,
He trots in place and then moves out;
Not quite believing what I saw,
I watched in silence, struck in awe;
Almost as if he wants to tease;
He crosses over with seaming ease,
His perfect cadence and fluid prance;
I sat in wonder as I watched him dance.
~Write A Backwards Poem Contest~
summer burns a lazy haze into the mind
Of seaming endless days enjoyed
The sea warms to a silk sun touch
Rolling on hot sandy beaches
Curling surf bursts boils and bubbles
Froth afloat and running swiftly
Then left on sand to disappear
Before the next caress
shells and stones all roll in water
Dancing with the tempo's sound
Falling tidal songstress whispers
coastal breezes hum along
Gulls and terns are singing background
To a lazy Summer Song
Form:
Drifts
Pen to paper,
sword to the soul,
write your heart out...
Now!
Do something,
sing,
dance,
prance even,
but do not stop.
Living is a funny
the experience
a mock reality
of all our tomorrows,
we forget about the present.
It is a miracle,
all it's own.
The light outside,
bright full of sun,
and yet
there is...
a dark side of the moon.
We are dreaming,
beaming...
seaming to make sense...
and not.
Nothing,
common... at all.
Perilous assumption, the faith I've read
my mind, my mind, the tone of led
is not contingent on my tread
but hope in virtue's seaming knead!
The evermore, I vacate head
and pray, accomplish what God's said,
no idling force, depicts instead
there must be action, leadings fed!
Oh, path's dissentious rise from bed
creating logic, fear not dread
by peace's hodge-podge, stealth unwed
some oneness, trust's lodge, copious, shed!
Is prayer, surmounting, higher . . . . . said!