Seth Proch

Rookie (July 2,1986 - not yet / Bennington, VT)

Seth Proch Poems

1. Praise The Lord! All Ye People! 4/15/2007
2. The Spindles And The Spines 4/16/2007
3. Fire Fighter 4/16/2007
4. Rainy Days And Mondays... 4/16/2007
5. And So It Goes... 4/15/2007
6. The Passing Of Gary 4/16/2007
7. Made From Sugar So It Tastes Like Sugar 4/16/2007
8. Corruptable Platforms, Or The Light At A Four Way Stop 4/16/2007
9. I'M Growing Vines That Cling To These Hallowed Walls 4/16/2007
10. An Ocean Full Of Lies (My Cell Phone Rings At 2 Am) 5/3/2007
11. The Temptress, The Siren, The Witch 6/13/2007
12. A Look Into The Mind Of A Tree 6/13/2007
13. Missionary (Position) Abortion 11/7/2007
14. Drunkard 1/30/2008
15. Jesus And The Heavenly Hosts 1/30/2008
16. Twisted Distant Lover Gone... 1/30/2008
17. Broken Hearted Sad Sap Blues 1/30/2008
18. Eulogy (For Alex, Elliott, Nick, John, And Ian Too...) 4/8/2010
19. Broken Basket Blues 4/8/2010
20. Foreign Flower's Lullaby 4/8/2010
21. The Passing Of David 4/16/2007
22. On The Wings Of A Pleasant Conversation 4/16/2007
23. Can I Change The World With You? 4/16/2007
24. The Legend Of Clarence & Alabama 5/3/2007
25. Dream Girl... 11/7/2007
26. I Need A Dream Lover, So I Don'T Have To Dream Alone... 11/7/2007
27. The Fantastic Voyage 11/7/2007
28. There's A Kind Of Hush All Over The World... Tonight... 11/6/2011
29. Teacup Reading On A Dismal Day 11/7/2007
30. The Stable Life Is No Life At All 6/14/2007
31. Hit And Run 6/13/2007
32. Drink Up, Swallow Hard, Keep It Down 4/16/2007
33. Morning's Enlightenment... 4/15/2007
34. Romantically Yours 4/16/2007
35. The Passing Of Leanne... She Lived, But Only Temporarily 4/16/2007
36. Floodlight, Headlight, Moonlight, Goodnight 4/16/2007
37. Moon. Rock! 11/6/2011
38. In A Train-Car To The Moon With You 11/6/2011
39. Destiny, Or The Prisoner 4/16/2007
40. Life, In A Cracking Nutshell 4/16/2007
Best Poem of Seth Proch

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.

Nov.27,2006

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Fire Fighter

Ashes of your love rain down from the skies,
so I keep my head down so they won't sting my eyes,
The smoke envelopes me, but the flames drive me out.
The tar fills my lungs as my heart fills with doubt.
You are a living effigy, burning bright for me,
but that self sacrifice just isn't my scene.

I'm sorry for you cause I can't return the favor,
it's sad but it's true cause I can't return those feelings,

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