Mermaid Verse

music flows from lips and as words meet sound bound and found me, your eyes wide open, soul sprightly greeting thee….


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Boxed Up (7-30-2012) by Megan Seaman

Cat in a box

“In the clutter and clatter

Of old clanking things

I stumbled upon

Battered boxes dusty

From their own decay

I couldn’t help myself

From pulling them open to discover

Lost memories hidden away

In dirty depths were

The pages of twenty-two

Years past, and they unfolded a path

Taking me back

Down treacherous road

Full of broken glass and strange fluid

Certainly destructive with one single touch

And as words violently

Reckless wrestled in front of me

I felt a shutter of fear

Run right through me

As I saw the young girl so lovely, but lost

She was fragile like butterfly wings and subtly cross

It scared me, she frightened me

Just seeing her face

So I closed that box with its disintegrating flaps

Pushed it away

Now as I sit here

With dirty box at side

I am warmed with a fire that burns inside

That the young girl with her sullen eyes,

She strengthened her wings and let herself fly

So this dusty container is all that is left

Of a past life, its karma met

And completed,

moved on to other things.” – Megan Marie Seaman

 


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Want Love, Get Close-up (8-18-2012) by Megan Seaman

“Just perfect except for those

Holes, those spaces, black dark

Depths, scary, ‘cause who knows

What lurks beyond red gums

Lover’s spit of 21 years

And other things that lovers bring

The taste of sweet cream or

Sounds of seductive screams

But you don’t want to know

You’ve made up your mind what it

Means.

Those gaps are too close for comfort

And remind you of the breaks

In your own mouth

And how you tore apart every heart

That was given to you – ravaged

Them and bled them with

Your perfect white canines

To you that ivory with all its

Places in between was unfinished and

Just plain ugly

Wretched

You said “maybe it was the floss that made

Them so open and wide.”

And maybe it was!

Perhaps those who decide that

Running silky strands

Through tightly

Wedged life really do begin to

Feel the space between and free themselves right.

 

Even so, I took that shot

Straight down my throat

Novacaine  covered the pain

As he rebuilt the teeth

Filled in the gaps that

Left too much to be revealed

Now, they are solid and structured

Beautiful little white things

No holes, no spaces

Just one perfect wall of pearly white

That will smile

A mile of splendid sun

Pretty as a picture and

Guaranteed to keep you out!” – Megan Marie Seaman


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Just a thought (6-5-12) by Megan Seaman

Visit to the Man in the Moon, Silver Lake, CA

“Stony blue sueded mat

Lay flat so that I might

Ride that magic carpet

Through gardenia and jasmine blossom

Intoxicating with sweet summer air

Captivated with blue eyed stare

From the magic man of the moon.” – Megan Marie Seaman