Submissions by SeaCat
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2024 11:51pm
19th Nov 2024 11:51pm
Alien
It’s a seed sprouting,
a cold plant, spreading like a misty
forget-me-not.
When the familiar becomes thin, veiled
without colour or substance.
Far-off, disconnected,
as if I had been transported, between
blinks, to a pale Andromedean planet
with unfathomable languages and unrecognisable shapes.
The grass is green, but
not. The sky is blue, but not. The sun shines hot
but with a stony face.
Everything orbits a glowing abyss ,
and distant events and...
a cold plant, spreading like a misty
forget-me-not.
When the familiar becomes thin, veiled
without colour or substance.
Far-off, disconnected,
as if I had been transported, between
blinks, to a pale Andromedean planet
with unfathomable languages and unrecognisable shapes.
The grass is green, but
not. The sky is blue, but not. The sun shines hot
but with a stony face.
Everything orbits a glowing abyss ,
and distant events and...
#bittersweet
#memories
#nostalgia #separation
#nostalgia #separation
31 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2024 7:55pm
15th Nov 2024 7:55pm
On slicing a Kiwi Fruit
Like cracking a pebble and finding a fossil —
that no eyes have ever seen
there you were, unexpected —
a little green face gazing,
from the kitchen worktop.
My heart sighed,
seeing your pip eyes, beady, staring
knowing nothing of shape or colour;
Breakfast waited, while I stood
blinking at this sudden kiwi-creature,
tiny flat Martian,
helpless as a planet
without a mothering star;
I cradled you in my palm.
Silent
without whimper or wail,
did you exist before the cut? Would you exist ...
that no eyes have ever seen
there you were, unexpected —
a little green face gazing,
from the kitchen worktop.
My heart sighed,
seeing your pip eyes, beady, staring
knowing nothing of shape or colour;
Breakfast waited, while I stood
blinking at this sudden kiwi-creature,
tiny flat Martian,
helpless as a planet
without a mothering star;
I cradled you in my palm.
Silent
without whimper or wail,
did you exist before the cut? Would you exist ...
#childhood
#fairies
#food #magic
#food #magic
48 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2024 12:32pm
11th Nov 2024 12:32pm
Neo Wise
Rains dwindle to a stair rod thimble
idle clouds drift, as an empty wind rags
the wilted landscape. In her basin -baked
cake-cracked pond, the shrink-wrapped Toad sleeps
deep. Birds reflect in mirrored silence—brooding.
In the tranquil holiday harbour, where
tawdry lights and turbulent pavement throngs
spill along lines of cafes and arcades,
among smells of chips, ice cream, and beer—
we watch deep clouds accumulating,
building in towering, darkened...
idle clouds drift, as an empty wind rags
the wilted landscape. In her basin -baked
cake-cracked pond, the shrink-wrapped Toad sleeps
deep. Birds reflect in mirrored silence—brooding.
In the tranquil holiday harbour, where
tawdry lights and turbulent pavement throngs
spill along lines of cafes and arcades,
among smells of chips, ice cream, and beer—
we watch deep clouds accumulating,
building in towering, darkened...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
38 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2024 6:55pm
8th Jul 2024 6:55pm
The Sign
Don’t be perfunctory, she admonished
make it meaningful —
I watched, as she closed her eyes,
breathed half-heard words:
Hand to her forehead
“Mind - the source of all.”
hand lightly placed on her belly
“Birth via creation”
fingertip touch on each side of her chest
“Mother and Beloved blend and sustain.”
In the dim-lit fire glow,
while the wind moved silent in the trees beyond,
I trembled —
make it meaningful —
I watched, as she closed her eyes,
breathed half-heard words:
Hand to her forehead
“Mind - the source of all.”
hand lightly placed on her belly
“Birth via creation”
fingertip touch on each side of her chest
“Mother and Beloved blend and sustain.”
In the dim-lit fire glow,
while the wind moved silent in the trees beyond,
I trembled —
#prayer
113 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jun 2024 12:14pm
10th Jun 2024 12:14pm
Whimsy
I
So cold,
with a diminishing sense of self
my words are lessened, my world
hemmed. Evening rises
and the cold air takes little notice of my clothes,
takes advantage
that I am gloveless. Under a clear sky, with the sound
of the sea in my left, and the mechanical
sea in my right, I begin to see that
it’s not the place, it's just —
II
The joy of a sigh, of wearing
a sigh.
Heigh ho, close riding, far
over moorland, by
the Fell, searching for protecting clouds, ...
So cold,
with a diminishing sense of self
my words are lessened, my world
hemmed. Evening rises
and the cold air takes little notice of my clothes,
takes advantage
that I am gloveless. Under a clear sky, with the sound
of the sea in my left, and the mechanical
sea in my right, I begin to see that
it’s not the place, it's just —
II
The joy of a sigh, of wearing
a sigh.
Heigh ho, close riding, far
over moorland, by
the Fell, searching for protecting clouds, ...
#emptiness
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
111 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2024 8:49pm
17th May 2024 8:49pm
Love’s Cocktail
This lemon wedge,
floating in gin and angostura bitters.
Three words at the thin end —
and a wedding ring at the rind. Parched,
in Saharan dunes, by a calling sea,
refreshing rain, pours
rivulets streaming down the panes
of the cold glassed hot-house where I lie,
locked and shrivelled.
The brazen sun beats
while my panting tongue —
lolls.
floating in gin and angostura bitters.
Three words at the thin end —
and a wedding ring at the rind. Parched,
in Saharan dunes, by a calling sea,
refreshing rain, pours
rivulets streaming down the panes
of the cold glassed hot-house where I lie,
locked and shrivelled.
The brazen sun beats
while my panting tongue —
lolls.
#bittersweet
#emptiness
#frustration
#loneliness
#regret
125 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th May 2024 11:45am
15th May 2024 11:45am
Sunday Night
In hot,
clean water, almost
floating, I desire to drift
on mounting clouds, rivers, dunes
and rolling summer storms.
Fragments of poems drift by,
autumnal leaves, or seagulls and crows flying in the leafless air.
I watch them as they drift, silently
mouthing their syllables, and then
like curls of breath on a frosty playground, they’re gone —
Time ticks, and the body protests
with wrinkled fingers and trickles of sweat.
clean water, almost
floating, I desire to drift
on mounting clouds, rivers, dunes
and rolling summer storms.
Fragments of poems drift by,
autumnal leaves, or seagulls and crows flying in the leafless air.
I watch them as they drift, silently
mouthing their syllables, and then
like curls of breath on a frosty playground, they’re gone —
Time ticks, and the body protests
with wrinkled fingers and trickles of sweat.
#meditation
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
90 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2024 9:10pm
8th Mar 2024 9:10pm
Silent
The sea is silent, tonight. Of course
the sky is silent, still
stars beyond a cloudy smear. Yesterday
I saw a pinprick sailing by, too fast
for a plane, too steady
to be a shooting star — a true astro nauta.
Lyrical stars, searing heat, thinned
by cold distance, twisting rulers
and clocks. Cold
distance.
The mind is not such a quiet place.
It's machinations pin my body to the board of my bed, like —
a brimstone butterfly, pinned into its case,
a summer ghost dreaming
of poppy peppered wheat fields....
the sky is silent, still
stars beyond a cloudy smear. Yesterday
I saw a pinprick sailing by, too fast
for a plane, too steady
to be a shooting star — a true astro nauta.
Lyrical stars, searing heat, thinned
by cold distance, twisting rulers
and clocks. Cold
distance.
The mind is not such a quiet place.
It's machinations pin my body to the board of my bed, like —
a brimstone butterfly, pinned into its case,
a summer ghost dreaming
of poppy peppered wheat fields....
#sadness
#regret
#loneliness
#emptiness
#bittersweet
153 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2024 2:25pm
6th Mar 2024 2:25pm
White lines and asphalt
I felt it yesterday evening,
standing at the edge of the village.
No cars, no people, no sun -
no interesting clouds.
An empty chill
as creeps from Summer’s far edge,
when bonfires burn
and leaves turn to blue smoke curls.
A curlew call would not be out of place
in the wide, airy stillness,
magnified with the distant hushed rush
of unknown travellers.
It was like a condensation of forgotten memories
from long, long ago
superimposed on the road.
I felt a question, unspoken words
from...
standing at the edge of the village.
No cars, no people, no sun -
no interesting clouds.
An empty chill
as creeps from Summer’s far edge,
when bonfires burn
and leaves turn to blue smoke curls.
A curlew call would not be out of place
in the wide, airy stillness,
magnified with the distant hushed rush
of unknown travellers.
It was like a condensation of forgotten memories
from long, long ago
superimposed on the road.
I felt a question, unspoken words
from...
#memories
#emptiness
#SelfDiscovery #choices
#SelfDiscovery #choices
157 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2024 12:08pm
22nd Feb 2024 12:08pm
Sigh No More
glittering snowflakes, twinkling in the distant,
turning sky.
Hey, diddle diddle, listen — sigh no more, sing
not so dull and heavy. Sing:
the cow jumps over the moon.
For all the while, Andromeda glides,
gently bearing down, a pearly bride rushing
to her groom —
things are constant never. So
sigh not so, and let your woes go;
she spreads her starry arms,
towards her silver river.
Sigh no more, cat and fiddle. Be blithe
and bonny, be dish
and spoon, converting
all your sounds of woe, into...
turning sky.
Hey, diddle diddle, listen — sigh no more, sing
not so dull and heavy. Sing:
the cow jumps over the moon.
For all the while, Andromeda glides,
gently bearing down, a pearly bride rushing
to her groom —
things are constant never. So
sigh not so, and let your woes go;
she spreads her starry arms,
towards her silver river.
Sigh no more, cat and fiddle. Be blithe
and bonny, be dish
and spoon, converting
all your sounds of woe, into...
#love
#hope
#courage
#inspirational
#gratitude
128 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Feb 2024 9:11pm
21st Feb 2024 9:11pm
A question unanswered
What reason to stay up, remain
awake — stare
at the wall, indulge in waking dreams,
or at the television, un-watching?
The music player plays,
but I am un-listening. My thoughts
churn in my presumed graying brain, churn
and amplify: write what
nobody will read. Read
what I will surely forget. Eat
and regret, drink
and ruminate.
Music and film merely blanket the void,
the silence, the stillness that underpins
our days. If this were my last evening,...
awake — stare
at the wall, indulge in waking dreams,
or at the television, un-watching?
The music player plays,
but I am un-listening. My thoughts
churn in my presumed graying brain, churn
and amplify: write what
nobody will read. Read
what I will surely forget. Eat
and regret, drink
and ruminate.
Music and film merely blanket the void,
the silence, the stillness that underpins
our days. If this were my last evening,...
#sadness
#loneliness
#disappointment #emptiness
#disappointment #emptiness
139 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2023 10:39pm
28th Nov 2023 10:39pm
Some
set your pulse racing, bring a blush, and—
we might coyly admit—can be quite a turn-on.
Some amuse, sparking moments of mirth.
And some challenge, demand attention,
stubbornly wrestling with a proud intellect.
But some, maybe not many,
quietly knock, wait and enter, gently
heating, birthing flames in your spirit,
as breath on hot coals.
Their essence extracted, distilled, cast
into a spell, awaiting
incantation by your breath.
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we might coyly admit—can be quite a turn-on.
Some amuse, sparking moments of mirth.
And some challenge, demand attention,
stubbornly wrestling with a proud intellect.
But some, maybe not many,
quietly knock, wait and enter, gently
heating, birthing flames in your spirit,
as breath on hot coals.
Their essence extracted, distilled, cast
into a spell, awaiting
incantation by your breath.
Original
*********
set...
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
141 reads
2 Comments
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