Dilettalia

You dip your toe into poetry’s waters,

but never seem to get wet

 

Pretense showing, your measure unknowing,

the surface as good as it gets

 

Into the depths where fear leaves a shadow,

you stare with eyes conjoined

 

The moment upon you, time has been stopped,

to dive—your soul purloined

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Worse Than Death

Stealing my dignity in the name of love,

you took back all control

 

The past and future trading in place,

all memory untold

 

Stealing my dignity in the name of love,

child—father to the man

 

Whose power has dwindled and wheels come off,

with freedom all but banned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Truant Verse

Finding fault

with a vagrant poem,

its message left unclear

 

Falling short,

while aiming long,

to harken every ear

 

What’s left unsaid,

an unmade bed,

the sheets pulled down and bare

 

The words still truant,

their search goes on

—whose message all to share

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

The Lights Of The O.R.

Dodging a bullet,

the PET Scan loomed large…

results both good and bad

 

“Nothing today

to worry about,”

but tomorrow left unclad

 

The moment secure,

the future unsure…

prognosis under siege

 

The lights of the O.R.

 calling his name

—with hope the last reprieve

 

(University Of Pennsylvania: September, 2020)