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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“The Artist Said” by Megan Seaman

 

Lord Ganesha, remover of all obstacles, bestower of Wisdom

Lord Ganesha, remover of all obstacles, bestower of Wisdom

What’s green and sawtoothed, with woody musk?

“Why, it’s the evergreen mammoth” the explorer said, “with his two ton tusks.”

 

What’s curved and scaled, with fiery sound?

“Why, it’s the darkened treble” the musician said, “of the clef that abounds.”

 

What’s stony and grey, with an elephant’s head?

“Why, it’s the deity of wisdom” the Brahman said, “atop a mouse, instead.”

 

What’s changing and swirling, with fearsome winds?

“Why, it’s the modified mind-stuff” the Yogini said, “fighting to get in.”

 

What’s full of coincidence, imagination and, dreams?

“Why, it’s the three only things” the artist said, “that thread the seams…

…of the creative spirit and connects us all

and into the soundless nothingness we all will fall.”

 

And the artist said with glazed over gaze, but canny contemplation,

“the canvas I paint today is my own sublimation

of the enemy ego that darkens my heart

and clouds the love that brightens the stark

and cold tundras of this armor I wear

that was built to protect the vulnerability I fear.”

 

And then the artist said, with a sigh and a step,

“I’m setting free this corroded metal for the self and the breath.

No more clinging

No more stinging

No more sea salty things

Just the light in the sky and the winds that it brings.

 

And I’ll say just one more thing and then I will go

Paint your pictures in the present, for (the past is gone and) tomorrow never knows.”


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I Won’t Speak Your Name (2-26-2012), by Megan Seaman

Kind of like a dream…

“I won’t speak your name

No, not a sound will abound

Not a syllable will be mumbled

‘Til the future is present

And the moment as stumbled

Into time, just right, and

Has come to reveal

What has been sealed

Under my ruby love lips.

 

I won’t speak your name

No, not a whisper will be wheezed

Not a word will be sneezed

‘Til watery eyes see and spy

My love divine

In moment sublime

Witness face with glasses

And take the chances

For despair or delight.

 

I won’t speak your name

No, not a mutter will slip

Not an utter will split

The air between the spaces, places

Of magical mystery

I will let you come on your

Own accord

In your own time

With your own history.

 

Witnessing violet blue beyond

Accepting golden grand present

Stepping out of grey worn yesterday

And arrive.

 

And still…

I won’t speak your name

No, not a tune will travel

Not a chant will be unraveled

Until the moment you choose

To come undone and let loose

Set free hearts desire and heavenly fire

Onto broken earth

Time that’s worth every penny, every buck

But I won’t cash it in

For you, my friend

Because you are priceless

To me

And worth every mysterious moment’s glory!” – Megan Marie Seaman