The power of poetry
the world is our Muse
No part unimportant
no win and no lose
Alive and unending
she waits to be born
Inside what we’ve written
with joy — and forlorn
From Everest to Mariannas
her messages lie
Above and below us
to welcome inside
Reborn with each musing
her power to save
inside every passage
— from birth to the grave
(The New Room: September, 2026)
Our truth
a painful fusion
Without it
but illusion
Tatanka
flees the mighty grass
Our future
— in the past
(Pine Ridge South Dakota: September, 2026)
I never thought
I would get this old
I never thought
I would feel this cold
I never thought
that my sight would fail
I never thought
I would lose the trail
I never thought
that my friends would die
I never thought
that the truth could lie
I never thought
that the time would come
I never thought
— that my race had run
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Emily was born
inside of a poem
Without the belabor
of words in her knowing
Ending each lyric
before it began
No start and no finish
— in place where she ran
(Amherst Massachusetts: September, 2026)
Dreams
camouflage time
in the magic
of sleep
Taking
us inward
with messages
deep
Dreams
are a bridge
crossing
into the light
Where words
become tokens
of eternal
— delight
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Without darkness
sunlight
would be hard
to see
The first
casualty
of blindness
is truth
Knowledge
lacking reference
an egg
that won’t hatch
As wasted
on the folly
of the young
— is youth
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
The Dying Trance
A soul will rot
in boredom
The spirits
dying trance
Once disengaged
all feelings fade
without
— a sideward glance
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
What Eyes Miss
Children
cross those barriers
that adult’s
hide behind
Wading
into no man’s land
instinctively
alive
Children
cast fate to the wind
without
a second thought
Seeing
what our eyes will miss
in strictures
— we’ve been taught
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Voices
Alive
no longer conscious
my words
survive the grave
When read aloud
to lift my shroud
in voices
— time belayed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Ask
better questions
Tell
better lies
Marry
the moment
Divorcing
the time
Search
for new meaning
That cross
on the hill
Dream
in the daylight
Forever
— until
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
A human life
is given free
and taken
without payment
The times
between
to lend and borrow
— till fate reclaims your soul
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
There’s poetry
in everything
the essence
and the form
As words set free
what time deceives
and hides within
the norm
A verse unsaid
awaits intent
to fill
the idle hours
Where hope endows
the moment proud
to dance
— among the flowers
(The New Room: September, 2026)
