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Frost glistens in sun,
Son glimmers in mother’s eye,
I watch sun melt frost.
by John Patrick Seekamp 2015
24 Saturday Oct 2015
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Frost glistens in sun,
Son glimmers in mother’s eye,
I watch sun melt frost.
by John Patrick Seekamp 2015
23 Friday Oct 2015
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Small fish swims up stream,
Leaves from tree fall into stream,
Eagle flies from tree.
by John Patrick Seekamp 2015
23 Friday Oct 2015
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Bird rides on frogs back,
Frog swims across warm calm lake,
Fish sees bird on frog.
by John Patrick Seekamp 2013
23 Friday Oct 2015
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23 Friday Oct 2015
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Fisher cat, Haiku, Moon, Snow
Moon lights hemlock stand,
Snow blows through frozen bog marsh,
Fisher hides in stump.
by John Patrick Seekamp 2013
23 Friday Oct 2015
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Tree bends as wind blows,
Branch bends as squirrel runs and leaps,
Leaf bends as dew forms.
by John Patrick Seekamp 2013
23 Friday Oct 2015
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23 Friday Oct 2015
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23 Friday Oct 2015
Posted in Creative writing, Fiction, Observations, Poems, Writings
There the mist that mornin’ helt
Taken ‘way by mid-day’s swelt
Bowed and crouched and waited knelt,
Upon the blued and crisped dry air
Hidin’ without devotion there
Poised to shroud in dawn light’s care,
Upon the night and darkness quelt
Waitin’ and hidin’ on restlessness felt
There certain of future’s fare;
Certain of nature’s temperament bare.
by John Patrick Seekamp 2013
22 Thursday Oct 2015
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The shallow sort is never far
from all that they can see,
they wallow in their lack of thoughts
in a state of muted glee,
And when they’re forced to use their mind
it’s then they’re forced to face their kind;
and that, you see, they never mind,
For that’s a solace they’d always find….
it’s nothing to he or she,
And the shallow sort agree.
by John Patrick Seekamp 2015