Seth’s World View

Some words don’t come easily
One cliche to explain another
We want to describe the world
And paint a picture of our thoughts
But nothing spoken or written
Can reflect the sun’s light
Or the tapestry of my heart
November 28, 2003
Wellington, New Zealand

My peace begins when I walk in
And sit on the chairs of wood
I could stay here all day
Listening to background sound
Of the students and businessmen
And of the vagabond musicians
A serene scene that is only missing
A soothing voice to color my mind
November 26, 2003
Wellington, New Zealand

Traversing the rainy sidewalk
An aroma drifts by
And a search begins
Espresso, Cappacino, Latte
All these can be found
On every street on every corner
But only here can you find
Pure Unadulterated Coffee
November 26, 2003
Wellington, New Zealand

When once earth fell,
it fall far,
leaving emptiness
in its wake,
steaming madness
of shattered notions
that will never rise again.
November 21, 2003
Craters of the Moon, Taupo, New Zealand

Birds of sulfer sing chaos
The only song they learned
As steaming water covers ground
That once had been so sure
Food will be no more
And plants will never thrive
Once a volcano rises
It’s heart never dies
November 19, 2003
Rotorua, New Zealand

You (meaning I) can write a poem
on a rippled piece of tree,
absorbent as can be,
crumble it up and take it home?
November 14, 2003
LAX, Los Angeles, CA