The windmill is ready
the wind is not
Breezes far distant
never reaching the spot
Change in the offing
consent from within
One breath pouring outward
— and blades start to spin
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
The windmill is ready
the wind is not
Breezes far distant
never reaching the spot
Change in the offing
consent from within
One breath pouring outward
— and blades start to spin
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
To stand in
Your shadow
its welcoming rim
Surrounding
my calling
to lead me within
Your aura
completes me
and lights up my way
To follow
undaunted
—Your love on display
(1st Book Of Prayers: April, 2024)
I know it’s
written
I don’t know
why
The heavens
tremble
as poet’s
cry
To stand
anointed
in love’s
review
And pose
one question
rephrased
— anew
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Itching
itching
nowhere
to scratch
Rambling
rambling
balling
the jack
Freight car
open
voices
interred
The brakeman
singing
“Turn
“Turn
“Turn”
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Distance
is different
spurning
direction
The miles
a marriage
time
has divorced
Spaces
concurrent
flowing
together
As coming
and going
fade in
— remorse
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Suffering fools
comes with the territory
— any true writer to know
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
I didn’t stay young
but I never got old
My cards often weak
when watching you fold
I sailed into weather
the saltiest balked
And bit off big pieces
while walking my talk
I painted with brushes
DaVinci had blessed
And wandered and wondered
much better than best
I took from my heart
and gave to my soul
The circle expanding
— three halves to my whole
(The New Room: April, 2024)
Truth needs no audience
or vows of acceptance
The eagle flies highest
— when flying alone
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Living
is earned
Dying
— is free
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Touching
without feeling
Looking
without seeing
Talking
without saying
Lost
— in the dark
(Villanova University: February, 2024)