November Western Pennsylvania, a poem by Moe Seager

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Between trumpet blast of autumn shock
And fluted shrill of winter
Soulful peel of cello chords
When poplar bows the breeze
Moe Seager



When the great lakes recedes into itself
Gels to frigid mass
Her elements condense, ice to inertia
By crystalline spearheads
Launched from the throat of Arctic
They scour the loping whitecaps of Erie
To lance the hulls of nomad steamers

When polar furies gallop the glazed plane
Howl their venomous gales
Flocks flee with locust horde
Molt snared in stiff barbed pines
While great schools of trout solipsists
Submerge in liquid marble solitudes
Sirens rise from cavernous chambers
From aqua-black pits in the womb of her

One hundred miles due south
A lapse in time descends upon the land
Unnoticed by city and industry town
River crawling through valley
Stream treading mud banks
Pond convulting motionless spirals
Squirrel, rabbit, muting gray
Deer herd thins and brittle leaves
Snap like match heads.
Movement measured in mortal ticks
All the dogs are pensive
Insatiable shadow – a glove upon all

Within my corrugated urban fabric maze
A speck of yard my countryside
Dormant patch of wind scathed crust
Suspended, slumber, limbo lull

Between trumpet blast of autumn shock
And fluted shrill of winter
Soulful peel of cello chords
When poplar bows the breeze

Each raw note – one raw nerve
Unleashed nature, her naked self
Tree of bone, rock of muscle
Hills of twisted spine.

© 2019, Moe Seager

MOE SEAGER is a poet and jazz & blues vocalist who sings his poems on stages in Paris, New York and elsewhere and has recorded 2 jazz-poetry c.d.s. He has published 6 poetry collections including a book in Arabic translation issued by Cairo press, 2004. He launched and hosts the series Angora Poets Paris. Seager won a Golden Quill Award (USA) for investigative journalism, 1989 and received an International Human Rights award from the Zepp foundation, 1990.


Jamie Dedes. I’m a freelance writer, poet, content editor, and blogger. I also manage The BeZine and its associated activities and The Poet by Day jamiededes.com, an info hub for writers meant to encourage good but lesser-known poets, women and minority poets, outsider artists, and artists just finding their voices in maturity. The Poet by Day is dedicated to supporting freedom of artistic expression and human rights and encourages activist poetry.  Email thepoetbyday@gmail.com for permissions, commissions, or assignments.

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About Jamie Dedes

I am a freelance writer, poet, content editor, and blogger. I also manage "The BeZine" thebezine.com and its associated activities and The Poet by Day jamiededes.com, an info hub for writers meant to encourage good but lesser-known poets, women and minority poets, outsider artists, and artists just finding their voices in maturity. The Poet by Day is dedicated to supporting freedom of artistic expression and human rights. Email thepoetbyday@gmail.com for permissions, commissions, or assignments.

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