Every time
i pour coffee
over grounds
i think of Cande.
We lived in a Chalet
for a time
with simple comforts of
Snow, Companionship, and Coffee.
The scent of fresh dark grounds
wafts up from the pour over
next to the one you love
and the beauty you see.
There is a discipline
to good coffee
Aroma, Expectation, Satiation
everything needed
to celebrate love.
MURMURATION
The path of the Starling
Singular yet divided in flight,
the swath they cut across the Sky
Demonstrate –
The Dominion of Nature
over Man.
Blackening the Sky
As a Sheath unleashes
a thousand swords,
to Judge
the crimes,
and achievements
of Man.
Devouring our fruits
Dispensing Judgement —
a thousand pricks of disease,
as white specs of effluent
on the ground.
Their powerful beaks
break up the ground
and suck out the life,
within.
Starlings, they are our beauty to behold,
as they soar and dance across the sky.
A sea of black against a Crimson sky
entertaining us
and exacting us
to a cost.
PROCEDURE
I made my choices long ago
To live by the heart.
Choices, opportunities and chances were gauged
by how they reflected,
in my breast.
I tried intellect as a rule
but it was cruel. —
and lacked vision
for the truth.
I live in the heart
of my desires,
as seen through the prism
of my beliefs,
that we should do right
at every chance
we get.
Have I sold myself short ?
Have I replaced cruelty
with frustration
of my station?
I don’t know.
Perhaps…
But I have always ruled
from the heart.
It has served me well.
you see..
We never know
what we don’t know
‘till were told —
by experience, wisdom or hint.
We go through life blinded
by knowledge
we do not see.
Fate holds us,
giving us just enough information
to proceed —
but not enough
to help us fail.
From the burden
the weight, of knowing more
than what is just around,
the corner.
The Act of Devotion
The difference between embracing Woman
and Sex
is thinner than you might realize.
As a Man
we see climax
as a completion.
Whereas it is just an event
to a woman.
The difference between embracing a woman
and Sex
is more layered than you might realize.
Sex is an act –
Devotion is The Act
of holding your woman
‘till at last
she is at peace
and satiated.
Sex can be good
and it can be divine
But it is an act.
Holding your woman
‘till at last she releases
Is an act of devotion
to her very soul
And the redemption of yours.
I love sex
But I love my mate more.
Sex is an act.
Devotion is a sliver of your soul
You give to another
with zero expectation
of anything more,
and that –
in itself
Is the reward.
Moving
I remember this house
and what it meant to me.
Each corner has a memory
a scent of the past
and a reminder of the future
to come.
Laden with the submerged aromas
of hope and regret
filtered through the blinds.
There is a bounce in my step
as I pack box after box
imagining the next hopeful future
to walk into.
A soft glove
of a Women long gone
brushes against my cheek
and I am struck
by memories
that cannot leave.
Paul J. Seaman
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