Submissions by SeaCat
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2025 00:00am
15th Apr 2025 00:00am
Evening Prayer
For a time, The Priest
or Priestess will come, rambling
to remember —
body and blood in sacred light, when
bended knees and bowed heads
chanted verse; when
heaven and mortal flesh
kept silence in the ambience
of candles and curls of incense smoke.
Late afternoon, she came to this place,
offering her barely-sung song,
murmured words, and a sign:
Abba, Beloved
and the Holy
Synthesis.
Her words were not retained; they strayed
through vacated eyes and...
or Priestess will come, rambling
to remember —
body and blood in sacred light, when
bended knees and bowed heads
chanted verse; when
heaven and mortal flesh
kept silence in the ambience
of candles and curls of incense smoke.
Late afternoon, she came to this place,
offering her barely-sung song,
murmured words, and a sign:
Abba, Beloved
and the Holy
Synthesis.
Her words were not retained; they strayed
through vacated eyes and...
#aging
#death
74 reads
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jan 2025 5:24pm
11th Jan 2025 5:24pm
Sea Side Frolics
I fell far North,
caught in a cradle of clouds, dunes, and an unexpected
human silence.
I wandered by day,
following the border of sea and land,
finding routes along lanes, roads, and field bound tracks.
At times, during dead winter nights,
I stood on my frosty balcony, staring into the pitch,
hearing only the nearby sea;
it has such a task,
rumbling all night, its roar heightened
in night’s quietude.
I perched on the margins of my world,
a pigeon, with wakeful eyes
scanning the...
caught in a cradle of clouds, dunes, and an unexpected
human silence.
I wandered by day,
following the border of sea and land,
finding routes along lanes, roads, and field bound tracks.
At times, during dead winter nights,
I stood on my frosty balcony, staring into the pitch,
hearing only the nearby sea;
it has such a task,
rumbling all night, its roar heightened
in night’s quietude.
I perched on the margins of my world,
a pigeon, with wakeful eyes
scanning the...
#MovingOn
#PersonalGrowth
#wisdom
126 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2025 10:25am
8th Jan 2025 10:25am
SnowGirl
Water dances,
six-sided petals spiralling
silent waltzers in the air.
My visitors depart,
shuffling through the gate,
silhouettes vanishing into the swirl,
footprints blurring into white shadow.
Standing in my cabin doorway
gazing at the snow girl,
rolled and raised in the bright morning,
when I kissed her
and my eyes dripping salt drops
prickled her snowy skin,
sinking dimples into her shoulder.
She looks at me with hazelnut eyes,
framed with hair of snow layered hay.
The sky thickens, ...
six-sided petals spiralling
silent waltzers in the air.
My visitors depart,
shuffling through the gate,
silhouettes vanishing into the swirl,
footprints blurring into white shadow.
Standing in my cabin doorway
gazing at the snow girl,
rolled and raised in the bright morning,
when I kissed her
and my eyes dripping salt drops
prickled her snowy skin,
sinking dimples into her shoulder.
She looks at me with hazelnut eyes,
framed with hair of snow layered hay.
The sky thickens, ...
#friendship
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2024 1:47am
14th Dec 2024 1:47am
Nasturtiums in light snow
Cold bites to my bones, stings my skin, joking
that summer was ever warm.
Beneath an iron sky, stragglers, jovial party people
linger by the cold windy door.
The warmth of their orange and red rages,
but diminished, by a light snowfall blanket.
It weighs them down,
their hot summery heads drooping under early winter’s white weight.
No cabbage white or tortoiseshell will visit these roguish
summer remnants;
the first frost will finish them soon enough—
smiting their tender leaves and stems to...
that summer was ever warm.
Beneath an iron sky, stragglers, jovial party people
linger by the cold windy door.
The warmth of their orange and red rages,
but diminished, by a light snowfall blanket.
It weighs them down,
their hot summery heads drooping under early winter’s white weight.
No cabbage white or tortoiseshell will visit these roguish
summer remnants;
the first frost will finish them soon enough—
smiting their tender leaves and stems to...
#fall
#summer
#winter
143 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2024 9:04pm
1st Dec 2024 9:04pm
Mid six week summer break
I wake, early,
to the dawn chorus coda, an oriole calling as a flute,
while I lay on my pillow,
an ivory mountain.
It’s August, middle of the six week schooling break,
and the day’s horizon shimmer beckons with sweet breath.
I follow the stream, where Kingfishers glide,
and dragonflies ply the sparkling water lanes.
to the dawn chorus coda, an oriole calling as a flute,
while I lay on my pillow,
an ivory mountain.
It’s August, middle of the six week schooling break,
and the day’s horizon shimmer beckons with sweet breath.
I follow the stream, where Kingfishers glide,
and dragonflies ply the sparkling water lanes.
#memories
#nostalgia
#school #summer
#school #summer
125 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2024 5:44pm
29th Nov 2024 5:44pm
Sole Imprints
On the deserted, unspoiled beach, I saw delicate
depressions in the sand, pacing alongside mine.
Wondering at those empty imprints of toe and sole,
I dared to match their easy step.
I asked the sky, the clouds, sea, and rocks for meaning
and understanding, of the tracks in which I fitted my feet.
In the cloud of unknowing, rolling from The Sea, I learned,
not by degrees, but through warm gnosis,
to espouse the anima by my side, delicate as
iron beneath her veil, twisting bone-lace through...
depressions in the sand, pacing alongside mine.
Wondering at those empty imprints of toe and sole,
I dared to match their easy step.
I asked the sky, the clouds, sea, and rocks for meaning
and understanding, of the tracks in which I fitted my feet.
In the cloud of unknowing, rolling from The Sea, I learned,
not by degrees, but through warm gnosis,
to espouse the anima by my side, delicate as
iron beneath her veil, twisting bone-lace through...
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
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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
138 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
94 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
188 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
191 reads
2 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
171 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
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