Sometimes

it’s a very good idea

to cry

Sometimes

hello the opening act

of goodbye

Sometimes

what you think about

is not what you know

Sometimes

the reason to come

the best reason to go

Sometimes

when cresting the hill

the view doesn’t change

Sometimes

when cresting the hill

your destiny claimed

Sometimes

when music enthralls

the poetry flows

Sometimes

when music enthralls

there’s nothing to sow

Sometimes

a wish in the wind

beats two in the well

Sometimes

the harder we pray

the closer to hell

Sometimes

 just what you ask for

is just what you’ll get

Sometimes

when hope has been lost

— it’s best to forget

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Make sure you know

what you’re trying to say

But let readers figure it out

— for themselves

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Explain the words

and all freedom is gone

Slicing and dicing

enslaved to the throng

Meaning depends

upon whom and what’s heard

Evolving new wings

—each reader a bird

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

I did

I will

I can’t

I don’t

I have

I shall

I shan’t

—I won’t

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Dare to make

it rhyme

Fight for

every sound

Change with

every breath

Leave the world

—profound

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

The Great Chain of Being

it stretches beyond

both forest and meadow

past silence and song

It lays out behind you

to show where you’ve been

eternal before you

far into the din

The Great Chain of Being

attaches us all

through links of connection

from Winter through Fall

One looming question

 forever remains

does the chain lie unbroken

—past future the same

(The New Room: January, 2024)

You often find in strangers

what’s missing in yourself

The plus and minus forces

their magnet strongly felt

It’s easiest to outline

and trace the empty space

Of what’s filled in by others

—that you cannot embrace

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

An invitation came today

from the Devil’s hand

Two short words addressed my fate

damnation his command

“Arrive at midnight, don’t be late”

inside he wrote in blood

“Wear something light, the fire waits”

—perdition’s victimhood

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

A heavy ear

an empty heart

Breathless voice

with eyes that dart

Love forsaken

rebirthing pain

Hope redundant

—lost refrain

(The New Room: January, 2024)

The trappings of

a Poet …

or being a Poet 

They’re each something

different

remote and distinct

The tweed jacket

wood paneled

image deceiver

Lays claim to what

only

—enlightenment inks

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)