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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B. Tucker My Dreamy Companion (7-8-13) by Megan Seaman

Music Man 5-7-4

Music Man 5-7-4

“And he said, “you know what it’s like? It’s like riding in your dad’s old beater car

Through crowds of teenagers, loud

Because the exhaust system had a hole in it

And you just wished that the ride would be over

‘cause you’d been ridin’ too long

and here you are, through this sea of young things

you are also a young thing

but you wish you were 20 years older and knew

how it all turned out.”


Blue was the sky that day when he told me about his disease, caught

while drifting on water

Hotter than the white hot ash smashed into the tray

Burned it did when it hit my skin, heart burned

And busted from dis-ease he gave me

Mouth to mouth resuscitation. No it wasn’t a kiss

Just a wish for life. Please ease me back to light, life

And it finally set in what the goggled-eyed man meant when the sputtering car

Stuttered through the crowd

Pain in my heart, tears down my face, caused by you… my only you.” – Megan Marie Seaman




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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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Precious (4-11-2012) by Megan Seaman

“Precious words assemble in the mind

Leave me breathless, unable to mutter a sound

But pen presses text of the precious mess

Bursting from reckless violent kind.


Write something sweet, a phrase sublime

And take your precious time, ‘cause what’s the rush

Everyone must give it a chance to grow

“it” being love planted with seeds of solace.


And he kept singing his song

Purposely precious for me, greeting and leading

This lost lady around the block

Meeting her match in precious places of harmony.


Don’t stop, precious prince, because

You have become so venerable to me

Keep singing your songs and playing your

Poems ‘til the cows come home.


Precious words all aligned in perfect time

With future prescribed in florescent boom

Of a Beatles tune

You sing your request, and I will, I will, I will…” – Megan Marie Seaman

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These Hands (6-26-2011) by Megan Seaman

“I like my naked fingers

All pink all bare

Silver and gold is gone

Weight of your misery is absent

From these hands.


And they move freely across my skin

Exploring the bumps and hairs and scars

That you could never love

The skin that was frigid, cold

Now, thawing

from inside out.


I think of you and remember

A heat a fire

It started from a spark or what you called love

Looking back, it was friction

The kind created from opposition

Of two surfaces.



What I felt was real.

My eyes were open.

I saw what was there.

Or it was my blood, my open heart

My very soul that I gazed upon.

My hope and idealistic dream.


Fuck it.


I’m alive. I’m warm.

Fleshy, moving, opening up my skin

With these very fingers

You could never



What I feel is no longer

A fire, but

A glowing energy

A sun

A star

A blazing heat,

Deep deep deep

Within me.” – Megan Marie Seaman

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“Core” by Megan M. Seaman 12-27-2011

“Root down, underground

Burrow through hard earth

Cold and rocky

Dark and dirty

Something to explore

On that path through

Tough crust

The plates they shifted and shook

Spaces expanded on hot heat planet

Feeling something more

Roots created tunnels

Through tough packed soil

Moved closer to the core

Where they cracked through burning inferno

With red hot glow

Hearing internal roar

Of the raging lava

Energized and moving, churning and soothing

Over smooth stone surface

The depths of unknown heat, waves of molten rock meet

Spilling over earthly pores

Down at the center the blazing fire burned

For life, for love, for all the things

That summertime lovers bring

Full of explosive heat

Bodies whip and weep

Over feverish romantic lore.” – Megan Marie Seaman

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Winter Loves Summer (December 10, 2011)

“I like to snuggle

Warm away from winter night

With you by fire bright.

Bare skin under sheet

Toes touch toes, knees and knees meet

Close together here.

Outside soft cover

Cold winds rattle windowpane.

Blustering again.

Freezing every bit

Of flesh exposed, bitter air

Searching for warm lair.

Burrow away down

Move from the frozen stone ground

Relief in the heat.

Bodies move closer

Hot hot hum fun, sweat and twist

Cinnamon sweet kiss.

Feel flushed flesh friction

Giving into addiction

Lust for fiery sun.

In your eyes I saw

Heaven and Hell became one

Veil that covered – gone.

Filled up with desire

Caught up in summery fire

And now I am burned.” – Megan Seaman