Poem - The Faces

“The Faces” is a poem that should require little explanation, and if it does, I’ll not be the one!


The Faces

Search the faces for revelry
each a comfort in their own way
the task at hand demands the best
one is needed to save the day

flip through the options in the mind
tools at hand or none at all
inventiveness is its own end
the sky the limit is the plan

so many scenes that may unwind
on mountain top or dark den
magic carpet will transport
in blink of eye to sow the seed

a cast of thousands is at hand
choose from the pick at your command
seek not the limits life requires
the more the merrier from the choir

to each there own is my motto
turn to the faces to find your groove
the time with them may be short
it matters not if pleasure spurts.

2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161006.

Poem - The Scars Outside

I was inspired to write “The Scars Outside” when I read a Tumblr posting. The writer shared their cutting experience when they felt isolated from the world. While I’ve never been a cutter, I can relate to the isolation. The outside scars are a starting point to connection and the recognition of suffering.


The Scars Outside

The scars outside show the past
reminders of the time before
when circumstance betrayed life
asking more than I could give.

I could show them if you wish
though explanations are not enough
to let you know where I was
to share with you how far I’ve come.

With the knife I carved to feel
deep enough to bring the pain
to show bright witness to the life
red flowed away by candlelight.

Isolation gave sad sanction
to the act still marked on skin
sadness lent it’s mournful call
asking something as blood flowed.

The night time passed, morning dawned
bandages were my armor worn
to fight my way to another day
to find my way out of the pain.

Where one resides there are more
scars to show where I’ve come from
some are outer as these appear
others buried within soul’s retreat.

I beg depression to take its due
to be satisfied with damage done
to isolate is woe’s darkest goal
this is illusion in day’s fair sight.

The scars are shared in the light
pale on skin as memories
I share with you in the hope
that you’ll remind me to live again.

2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161006.