Subject and Object,
who builds the bridge
From either perspective,
to laud or forgive
First person invective,
third person retort
The toll for each crossing
—forever deports
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Subject and Object,
who builds the bridge
From either perspective,
to laud or forgive
First person invective,
third person retort
The toll for each crossing
—forever deports
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Intention of action…
inaction pursues
Deflecting commitment,
with roadblocks infused
Intention of action…
step one and step three
Step two is the question
—of what comes to be
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
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)
The sum of all possibility,
true nature of our soul
To act upon or take flight from,
virtues to extol
What may or may not happen,
to inspire or pretend
The choice is ours, the will empowers
—to flee or to ascend
(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2020)
At what price, love,
the Angel’s sing
At what price, love,
the joy it brings
At what price, love,
our spirit’s rhyme
At what price, love
—the word sublime
(The Book Of Prayers: September, 2020)
Memories of the future,
dancing in my head
Recalling what will come to pass,
joyous and unread
Reflections yet to happen,
vivid they befall
Voices that still wait to sing
—calling me enthralled
(The Book Of Prayers: September, 2020)
Some men are rich with a promise,
to others—millions are never enough
Fortune esteems what your vision can dream,
contentment elusive as such
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
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)
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)
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)