say cheese

Four clicks come quickly,
printing wet images in sepia .
The decision for blue or red curtains
is never seen amongst the gray.
Stuffing two people in a makeshift closet,
forcing closeness and embracing it.
Looking at one another clearly
in front of the lens, feeling giddy
with something new like a hot affair.
The images stop, years pass,
and photographs are left only as a reminder
of a bright memory in time.
Old fashioned, no erasing,
trashing, editing, or deleting
like modern cameras
that depict a false reality.

Lava Lamp

A clutter, a clash.
Red and clear oil coat
the floor as timeless
elements shatter memories
from the 1960s. Broken glass
causing piercing pains
on soft, bare feet.
Slipping and sweeping up the mess
by the ancient record player
that misses several beats.
Distorted sounds
smashing, crushing—
silence, inner peace.

Alumni

In silence, pondering the past—
watching, wondering, wailing
sweet tears underneath Orion’s Belt.
The bold constellation recalls memories
unforeseen and a magnitude of beauty
with a twist of mythological brilliance.
Glancing through scraps and old photographs,
appearing as if talent wastes away…
8 to 5… Monday through Friday…
week by weak… succumbing to the year.
Can color emerge in a dull painting
or mountains appear in a foggy sky?
Will future personalities and creativity
rise about 6’ cubicles and fluorescent lights?
There is satisfaction in security like the paperweight
holding valuable contents in place.
The fascination with sifting sand washes away
with the tide as direct deposits routinely fill accounts.
What may appear a “wasted talent” doubles
as a brightly colored gem, shining across rows
of white 6x10’s, providing intellectual stimulation
where needed most.

life is not fair... as we know

At night, I lay down to write. Tears beautifully fall between the lines written with passion, love, and fear. Why hold back emotions, when eyes begin to swell? Driving the same route each morning, attempting not to think about where and how streets became misguided, ending somewhere not imagined or deserved.

Internal corruption for many individuals, and humility for only a handful.

Her wings are not broken from the dishonesty of those above, but rather she leaves quietly with the grace of an angel. I have faith she will bust through the brick wall, or at least climb over it quickly. She makes sure everyone is okay before herself, a self-sacrificing purity above those I have ever encountered.

Now she can put herself first, and have the peace she rightfully, justly, and respectfully deserves.

Unrecognizable Photos

Ice melting on the streets—
a reminder of global warming.
Sloshing, slipping, and skidding
along blacktops without a need
for brown, leather ice skates.
Birds migrating north to native
Big Sky Country where antelope
graze and picturesque scenery
creates the images found on postcards.
Two hundred miles away,
a park once known for naming
150 glaciers, dissolves its population
to a mere 27. A beautiful portrait
burns and fades underneath flaming skies.
Ungrateful, unthankful, and wasteful—
Mother Nature would be ashamed.

Shipwrecked

The lonely calls of Manx Shearwaters echo
across the vast waters of the Atlantic.
The catamaran drifts further from
the destination without deck crews
to guide it Westbound. The Captain
strands himself on his own ship,
by slowly pushing each mate away.
Once being entitled to a few selfish moments,
they became frequent and old
like the sea-green algae lining the ship’s hull.
Alone, he stands, searching for someone
to guide him home, but finding only Shearwaters
hunting fish in the dark, frigid waters.

new year, new beginnings

What an amazing start to the New Year...


Paiton Lynn Seader
January 2nd, 2009
8 lbs, 20 1/2" long

 

I am excited to see my niece, and am actually planning a visit to California in March or April. My sister and Clint are amazing parents already, and I am thrilled for them.

2-0-0-9

Epiphanies filter my mind with the drop of a sparkling ball. Smiling, laughing, conversing, and being creative are only a few of the resolutions written in my red journal that once gathered dust on my nightstand. We constantly hope for change, but it takes action or outlines to succeed. Pick up the pen, watercolors, laptop, guitar, weights, or whatever it may be that creates awareness, and do it. I never once admired marketing ploys, but Nike engrained in minds everywhere across the globe to “JUST DO IT.” With this New Year I feel a sense of joy, happiness, fulfillment, wonderment, and a completed sense of self. No longer will I watch from afar, but act with the full intentions of my heart.