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In the field where I remain
The field of ancient dreams
Grass and earth each take their part
In playing on the wind
Stand between the dark tall trees
Listen to their whispers
Feel the wind supporting me
Feel the wind encircle
Hold the black spirit of wind
Hold it in my two hands
Feel its life pulsing fiercely
Feel its beady glances
The whispers of the wise trees
Speaking in their cryptic tongue
Speaking of ages past
Come and long since forgotten
Their whispers float on wind
Around the ghosts behind me
In corners of my eyes
They melt like ice in warm rain
Raise their arms in the wind
These are not tears on my face
Stained streaks left by the rain
Like streaks left on the window
The wind has blown them dry
Stand tiptoe barefoot on earth
Clothed in the wind’s feathers
Let the wind blow through my hair
Close my eyes to shadow
Feel the wind erasing me
Feel myself becoming the wind
The field of ancient dreams
Grass and earth each take their part
In playing on the wind
Stand between the dark tall trees
Listen to their whispers
Feel the wind supporting me
Feel the wind encircle
Hold the black spirit of wind
Hold it in my two hands
Feel its life pulsing fiercely
Feel its beady glances
The whispers of the wise trees
Speaking in their cryptic tongue
Speaking of ages past
Come and long since forgotten
Their whispers float on wind
Around the ghosts behind me
In corners of my eyes
They melt like ice in warm rain
Raise their arms in the wind
These are not tears on my face
Stained streaks left by the rain
Like streaks left on the window
The wind has blown them dry
Stand tiptoe barefoot on earth
Clothed in the wind’s feathers
Let the wind blow through my hair
Close my eyes to shadow
Feel the wind erasing me
Feel myself becoming the wind
Literature
Short, intense but worthless
So fragile, I feel so fragile
I understand without speaking
I understood you lied
So pathetic, I feel so pathetic
I hate you and fear myself
I'm not important to you
What I felt wasn't likewise
What you felt is a mistery
What we had was short, intense but worthless
Wondering what you're thinking now,
probably to busy with some other guy
I feel abandoned
I stop
Stop shouting for your attention
It's no use anyway
I'm torturing myself
I wonder if you just used me
to discover a new world
I gave you the best reality I know
And now you have the view
you leave me
alone in a world I don't care about anymore
What I felt was deep,
Literature
Trying to Clear My Mind
Invisible until,
a smile seen through a window.
A bright light ensnaring a moth.
Handsome, quiet mystery.
Many reasons to walk away,
but... a puzzle and I reluctantly,
obsessed. Trying to turn away,
but piqued by music, art, creativity!
Just let it go, let it go,
why can't I let it go. Filled with curiosity.
The best way out is through.
Must unravel the mystery.
Would he meet for coffee,
a phone call,
a text?
c2018 SAH
Literature
Focus.
Focus.
Drawing the eye
to the still
Heart.
Tip
of the pencil,
of the finger,
drawing,
writing,
typing
And the words,
Unblurred
sense.
Polar coordinate of my sphere:
Throat
and four o’clock
of the crown;
Lips would kiss
sullen smile
to unhappy joy.
Seamus.
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I was saving this for the first day of fall, because to me this is a fall piece. This poem is actually predates a lot of the poems I've posted so far. A very early piece from my college days. I haven't changed it since then, although I'm sure there is room for improvement. It was the first piece anyone outside of my family really liked, so it feels very special to me. My professor pulled me aside and said "I think you've got something here." and I decided then to make poetry one of my focuses in college. I will probably never change it.
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