The final poem that I write…
a comment on itself
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
The final poem that I write…
a comment on itself
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
It’s important
what you get called
has a name,
one you can take
to the ivory
border
It’s important
what you’re called
is remembered the same,
today recollected
tomorrow
reordered
A mark on the stone
no longer
unknown,
your history and
legacy
rendered
Sapphire crystal
overlord set,
the past
eponymous
the future
—kismet
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Alone with my thoughts
—the devil makes three
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
Wrapped in surprise
—the greatest gift of all
(Villanova Chapel: February, 2021)
You can feel,
but no longer find
the love
Surrounding,
no longer inside
the love
Remembering,
you cannot forget
the love
Lingering,
you wander in search
—of love
(Danville Pennsylvania: January, 2021)
The taste got sweeter
as the bottle emptied
Each sip more joyous
—the label rare
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
The coldest you will ever feel…
a smile not returned
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Fear is a mistress
with many suitors
Hapless in spirit
—beguiling profane
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
A bevy of censures,
to hit and strike back
Each written reprisal
to ward off attack
A mother-son warning,
once truant come true
Her words now my weapons
—to kill and renew
(Beaupre: February, 2021)
of a morning
of a window
singing freely
/once heard
of a longing
of a distance
in the memory
/wayward
of a darkness
of a warning
that prophetic
/sojourned
but a vow
but a promise
a betrothal
/returned
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)