Straddling the candle,
too close to the flame
A fiery benediction
—a smoldering refrain
(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)
Straddling the candle,
too close to the flame
A fiery benediction
—a smoldering refrain
(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)
It’s not about your last move…
it’s about your next move
Forget about tomorrows past
—and live your dream today
(Wheeling West Virginia: July, 2019)
Saying goodbye,
never saying hello
All doors locked behind me
—their keys made of stone
(Indianapolis Indiana: July, 2019)
The West changes you…
its wind blowing
distant and near
A promise you
had always meant
to keep
A feeling
better gifted
than kept
A memory
forever waiting
—unknown
(Limon Colorado: July, 2019)
Where words end
—Zion begins
(Zion National Park: July, 2019)
Our love has gone from
hard cover to soft
The words between us typed,
no longer scribed
The moments counted,
that once were thrown breathless in the wind
Our feelings stilted
—with words to just describe
(Kanab Utah: July, 2019)
Forests of green
call beyond the darkness
Where rivers flow
and verdant colors rhyme
Our hopes and wishes
dancing in the meadows
Calling us to a new
—and better time
(Kanab Utah: July, 2019)
Searching for,
not running from
My mind clear
—and spirit free
(Page Arizona: July, 2019)
Begging for space
Borrowing a feeling
Stealing a memory
Beartooth Pass: July 22, 2019
Fighting Tuesday’s boredom,
he decided to play a game
And because he’d never done it,
he decided to test his fame
He mouthed the most nonsensical words,
with imagery askant
Then wrote them down from right to left,
a backward forward rant
To see if then his audience,
could make sense of this ruse
He published in the New York Times,
for readers there to muse
To his surprise they cheered and raved,
and called his name out loud
And said that T.S. Eliot,
from his gravesite would be proud
They found deep meaning in every word,
each rooted as a farce
And saw an abstract Moby Dick,
within his dark discourse
With pen in hand he pushed away,
and leaned back in his chair
And scratched his head in wonderment
—at the myth his fame could bear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)