Still To Run

Your page now short on substance,

yet colorful the rhyme

 

The words used in abundance,

where lesser might define

 

Intention slave to beauty,

all meaning zero sum

 

Pageantry lost in the wind

  —your blood left still to run

 

(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)

Truth Still Asks

Were you at one with yourself

while writing it

 

Did the beginning

have an end

 

Did each word describe,

or then inflame

 

What light

can only bend

 

Did you gag

on meaning bundled

 

Were you trapped

behind its door

 

Were you—are you

self-professed

 

Does truth still ask

for more

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)

 

 

Only One

Can you experience a lifetime,

inside of a minute

 

Can you say with one word,

what used to take a book

 

Can you thank those you love,

with just one smile

 

Can you see the truth in everything

—with only one look

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)