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I speaking those – I now silent (12-18-13)

Dream Doodle

Dream Doodle

“I looked at the reflection in the oven

I wore the dream, I heard the dream, I looked the dream straight in the face

 

Speaking of dreams you said it dimmed

Speaking of times passed way down and gone into endless oblivion

 

Those eyes they glimmered

Those eyes they beamed and pierced even through the complementary colors of the MAGazine

 

I wish on the lonely star shivering out there

I wasted my only breath on silly dreams of a silly girl unwilling to give up silly visions

 

Now here in the wee hours of stillness

Now there you are singing or something with clowns and circus performers of amazing feats!

 

Silent intentions small and secret hidden warm

Silent sighs to the soul who only answers, “someday, someday, someday…” by Megan Seaman

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Letter: You’ve Been Showing Up In My Dreams (8-28-13) by Megan Seaman

“My Dearest,

Hi. so it’s weird for me to connect with you

like this. I don’t have any of your contact info anymore.

but i knew where I could find you

in the world wide web.

I don’t really use this social media (my page is way out of date),

but I’m glad, i guess that this is a way to connect.

 

you’ve been showing up in my dreams

for the past month or two.

It’s weird because i haven’t thought about you

or any of that silly stuff in a longtime.

As dreams go, I usually dismiss them as old memories

or symbols or something.

but i thought this time,

i would just take the most obvious interpretation.

 

I don’t know why you’re coming up,

but you are. one of the dreams had you and her in it.

She was in a long lacy wedding dress

– a parade surrounded her –

i only supposed that it was your wedding.

it was a weird dream to have

– that one happened about one month back.

 

Then a day ago or so,

I saw our friend

posted a pic of the girl in white

at what looked like

a shower of sorts.

I can imagine it was her wedding shower.

which means

that you’ll be married soon.

 

well, i don’t know what else to say.

I really want you to be happy.

and i want me to be happy.

i think i’m happy.

but there’s a weird feeling

i get in my dreams

when i see you.

 

whatever.

i feel stupid for reaching out.

I guess i’ll just say one more thing

and then please don’t respond.

just be happy.

because I loved you. I really did.

and a part of me still does.

it’s a weird thing,

and i don’t know why i fell so hard.

maybe it was a rebound from a failed marriage,

maybe it was insecurities and wanting to cling to something.

or maybe it was just plain old love.

whatever it was, it was real.

 

i care for you,

although i really hope i never see you again

(the universe has done a good job of making that so).

But, with that said,

i do wish you so much

happiness and love.

 

be well and happy,

and free,

my friend.

love

always,

me” – Megan Marie Seaman


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Things May Brings (6-1-2013) by Megan Seaman

May Geese

May Geese

“Sick in May

I’m not alone, but still and no one near

Feel hard cushion where my heart rests

Because I couldn’t guess your start.

Crazy, wasted, is how I am in times like these

Must be, to think the rainbow waves

And dream the smoke billows

That crowd around watercolor scenes

Ivory shows through strawberry skin

Delectable and sweet on the tongue.

 

Walked in the black-brown square

Stares from ghosts twenty years haunting

Clinging like lichen on the footsteps of

Redwood trees for just one taste –

Just one taste –  just one touch –  just one touch

Surviving the rain and weather

All together they swarm in their

Freakish strange haze of

Cloudy suffering

Wondering when roots would

Finally leave their established ground.

 

And they did. Stepped out into the rain

And hurried skipped across the road

Pushed open the door and

Strum and bow to notes of

Young lovers and looks

The Seers clapped to hear

The love sounds made, so intimate

So susceptible to the crowd’s simple whim

And they were proud, loud, in their

Quiet hayseed harmony, hope.

 

It’s the middle of the night and May

Turned into summer, with it’s sensual

Selfish burning every exposed inch of flesh

Blazing clouds and carefully created space

Pacing the dark paths with dewy green

Between bare toes, smell of earthy things

And I couldn’t see anything, but only

Sensed the open meadow

Out of the trees in moonlight

I saw something

Eyes blue bright.” – Megan Marie Seaman


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“Silly Girls with Silly Dreams” – Megan M. Seaman (12-29-2011)

“Let it go just a moment before

The door opened to Carl’s row

Of broken dreams, ripped seams

On lacey dresses, girls and their messes

Silly girls with silly dreams

Wishes of brandied lips

But got whiskey tips from a

Drunk boy with lenseless glasses

Laughs by the masses at these naïve lasses

Silly girls with silly dreams

So she went home to her land

And forgot about the band

The one with “no key and no plan”

And “the blank eyed beast who grabbed her hand”

Silly girl with silly dreams

Love is just a myth

A fear-laden whip beating down with fists

The lie of happy hearts

That will never part, or that is what she thought

Silly girl with silly dreams

So lie down in your bed

Leave those dreams for dead

Close your eyes, sleepy head

The darkness will calm, maybe, the tears of the ladies

Silly girls with silly dreams” – Megan Marie Seaman