If you always face left,
try once facing right
Stuck deep in the mire,
all truth beyond sight
It’s the questions at hand,
as answers unwind
Past and future a myth
—the present to bind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
If you always face left,
try once facing right
Stuck deep in the mire,
all truth beyond sight
It’s the questions at hand,
as answers unwind
Past and future a myth
—the present to bind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
As my body stoops with age,
youth lulls upon the page
Where words forever young,
cry willful to be sung
As daylight quickly passed,
I greet night a friend at last
With memories deeply grained
—reborn in verse again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Nostalgia,
and future wishing
The present
—foreclosing on the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
As I lay dying,
let go of my hand
Bid me farewell,
my words to withstand
As a last wish,
your love may I take
Into tomorrow
—the past to forsake
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
As I lay dying,
let go of my hand
Bid me farewell,
my words to withstand
As a last wish,
your love may I take
Into tomorrow
—the past to forsake
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Tapping into redemptions dream,
I put my smaller dream aside
And reveled in its greater power,
reclaiming truth from lies
So blessed in this light ablaze,
than by candlelight unknown
In thanks I kindle warm again
recharged—with heart aglow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Words are a garden
where Poets can grow
Each verse a thesaurus
of phrases to know
A greenhouse of riches
a potters delight
A bounty of wisdom
—a harvest of light
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Each drawer that I fill,
stores something past
The future spread out
on the bed
As each one closes,
its memories sleep safe
Dreams quilted,
and looking ahead
Layered inside,
and kept neatly stacked
In silence,
their stories unfold
Each drawer front embossed,
with a message they share
“Open Only If Naked Or Cold”
The dresser sits quiet,
its handles untouched
As new history begins
with each write
And construction resumes,
a new dresser is built
To store words that have yet
to take flight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
My truth
—the words
Your truth
—
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Some will tell,
others describe
Feelings of bliss,
hearts that decry
Phrases bring life,
to words once alone
With meanings immortal
—heavens to own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)