Author
Seahand
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Luther Lynton Seahand, an incurable romantic, penned his first poem at the age of fourteen titled Time After Time. His junior high-school teacher, Mr. Grimes, was intrigued and asked if he had actually written the poem. Turned out, he was thinking aloud. Mr. Grimes glowingly praised Luther before he could answer. A rare gift for rhyme had splendidly blossomed. Today, Luther Seahand the writer continues to weave from a delicate and insightful pen airy, ennobling works of formal poetry and contemporary prose imbued with lovely and sometimes haunting imagery that nearly casts a spell on his readers. His remarkable ability to capture the essence of the human condition and our relationship with nature is profoundly reaffirming.
I walk on given precious gems far better than a crown of gold two stands with jointed wiggling stems to bring me…
Somber Parting
Somber Parting: There are so many people I miss, especially my wife, and the very exciting things we used to do…
Shades Of Autumn
Shades Of Autumn
At last, a welcomed light Autumn breeze,
whistling passed steepled roofs,
gently lifting…
This House
This House
Clouds are weeping at my door,
puddles tearfully trickle in
moonlight falls, whisper thin.…
Gray Winter Season
Gray Winter Season
Gray is the season that withers
blossoms dulled by satin frost
how they sadly fall
cruel…
Day of Spring
Day of Spring
The finest day of spring
petals dance on sudden gales,
counting everyone
before the sinking…