Monday 1 March 2021

One Sublime Poem by Moe Seager

 



Perhaps

                                 

Morning gives to afternoon

Time to tuck away dreams, desire, inner being

Corporeal gravity of transparent routines, anemic rituals

Rain, Spring returns from exile

Sucks on Aprils nipples

 

Thunder claps, falling waters

Herd us against each other

Repelling most in hurried flight for home

Where we are absolutely safe

From nothing

Witness those drowning

In the empty vessels of themselves

 

Oh this day would be dull, boring

Were it not for the occasional flash

Of bright umbrellas

One, the colour red

To remind us 

We are

 

My umbrella is a tent

I a nomad

Wandering through this village

Not quite sure of how to conduct myself

 

By chance, design?

We come upon each other

Relief

The solitude of two

 

Too soon it is time

You must go

I shall wait

Beauty is stubborn

 

Perhaps it will rain tomorrow


Copyright Moe Seager from the collection We Want Everything. Onslaught press 2015



Moe Seager is a poet and jazz & blues vocalist who sings his poems on stages in Paris, New York and elsewhere and has recorded 2 jazzpoetry c.d.s.

Seager founded and hosts Angora Poets (Paris) World Café,100 Thousand Poets for Change Paris and is one of the coordinators for le Fédération des Poètes Paris.

He has 5 collections of poetry and currently publishes with Onslaught press, Oxford, U.K.  Other poetry collections are issued from the French Ministry of Culture –

Dream Bearers,1990.

One World, Cairo Press –in Arabic translation, 2004 

We Want Everything in French translation, les Temps des Cirises, Paris, 1994

Perhaps, La Maison de la Poesie, Grenoble, France, 2006

Fishermen and Pool Sharks Busking editions, London, 1992

Additionally Seager won a Golden Quill Award (USA) for investigative journalism,1989  and received an International Human Rights award from the Zepp foundation, 1990.

He teaches writing in Paris.

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