Nearly forgotten…
his name in the wind
to blow unattended
—direction at whim
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
Nearly forgotten…
his name in the wind
to blow unattended
—direction at whim
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
Creating an exit,
my psyche expands
all locks have been opened,
no shrill reprimand
The light has rekindled,
my way again clear
a willful expression
—new freedom endeared
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
Change what you did,
and I’ll change how I feel
You can’t change forever
denying what’s real
The fly’s in the ointment,
the die has been cast
This moment endemic
—predestined to last
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
Neither worth the breath
of one muted bard…
Nor worth the time
of a chance denial
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
A hole that can’t be filled
an ocean that can’t be crossed
a phrase that can’t be spun
inhaling your exhaust
The measure off the scale
the truant thrice reclassed
the memory twice forgotten
the die that’s never cast
A spider web unwoven
a future distant past
a God beyond religion
a sail without its mast
“To Trip The Light Fantastic”
to burn the bridge uncrossed
to fasten moments end to end
—to find what time has lost
(The New Room: February, 2022)
Only a photograph
can truly stop time
framed in remembrance
—forever sublime
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
Collective self-consciousness,
the well where I draw
old voices and struggles
lie deep in its craw
What’s shared but unstated,
reflexively pawned
to borrow ungiven
the right to what’s wrong
Collective self-consciousness,
polarity’s friend
unspoken meridian
between fact and pretend
To wait in the memory
of what’s yet to come
released by the moment
—humanity won
(The New Room: February, 2022)
Each line,
each phrase,
each spoken word,
a step toward…
the One
(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2022)
Musing with Laura,
sleep is denied
Dreams wait unkindled
—darkness on fire
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Christened in the night
by rain
at the crossroads
Kissing each memory
that burns
—breathing his words again
(Hazlehurst Mississippi: October, 1975)