Can you have
without owning
Can you embrace
what’s on loan
Can you give
without taking
Can your love
—stand alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Can you have
without owning
Can you embrace
what’s on loan
Can you give
without taking
Can your love
—stand alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
I’ve written over a thousand Poems,
in search of just that one
Each word to slay the demon time,
each phrase my soul respun
I’ve come so close a hundred nights,
to see but not to touch
Then left to limp between the lines
—their failure now my crutch
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Are you now denied all access
Has your ticket long been punched
Is your fear stuck in the alley
Intermezzo—out to lunch
Will you ever see the picture
From the far end of the line
Would the curtain serve to raise your hopes
Can a loser ever shine
The doorman calls “It’s Showtime”
As the lights all start to dim
An usher shouts “There’s One Seat Left”
You madly rush within
With eyes that fight the darkness
You find that one last chair
And on the stage, hope kisses fear
—all encores yours to share
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
The light burns brightest,
that burns within
Embers warm,
as memory dims
That final verse,
an Angel’s hymn
The light burns brightest
—that burns within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: 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)