Seth Proch Poems
- And A Rock Feels No Pain, And ...
- Life, In A Cracking Nutshell The horrors of war. The terror...
- Destiny, Or The Prisoner My brother born inside a cage, ...
- Hit And Run His eyes burried in a novel, She entered the ...
- In A Train-Car To The Moon Wit... Waltzing through the ...
- The Passing Of Leanne... She L...
- Romantically Yours You were just a little less than what I ...
The twenty-something son of a minister from southern Connecticut, Seth was born and raised in the Adirondacks of upstate New York. From a young age, Seth was an awkward child, and saw himself as a loner. He always had the nagging feeling that he had been born with the sole purpose of becoming a tortured artist. This made things between him and God quite turbulent at times, and their ... more »
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And A Rock Feels No Pain, And An Island Never Cries
There's a birds nest outside my window,
a bright white ribbon woven into it.
The tail of the ribbon is dancing in the barely present wind.
The scene takes place in a barren tree,
ravaged by the harsh cold of autumn.
I see it all from the open window of my room,
looking out through the metal screen,
where a tiny insect climbs nimbly up the outside.
Some old lo-fi recording of a jazz tune is playing,
and I wonder what she's doing right now.