Surging through memory,
all time was expanded
The past and the future
—beginning and end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Surging through memory,
all time was expanded
The past and the future
—beginning and end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
After the finish line,
a new starting line awaits
Where answers have deserted,
but old questions remain
The learning curve most steep,
as doubt invades the shadows
The light never brighter
—than when dawn breaks through again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
It can take a lifetime…
to learn how to write like yourself
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
I can’t give it to you scientifically,
and that’s the only way you want it
Therefore, the enormous part of you
that’s missing
—will stay forever gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
‘To My Naturalist Friends’
Quantum Superposition,
forever preying on our minds
Refusing to admit what consciousness knows,
its theory never finds
The more complex the argument,
the further afield it falls
Roaming and scattered amidst the trees,
blind to the forests call
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Planting words inside my garden,
watering them at will
Staking memories long forgotten,
feelings cold and shrill
Row by row the letters planted,
phrases start to grow
Whose cool fall day a harvest brings
—to feed the winter snows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
What describes a Poet,
let me count the ways
To once describe a morning,
emerging through the haze
What describes a season,
its leaves from green to brown
What describes a heartbeat,
when your lover can’t be found
What describes a reason,
with excuses cast away
What describes a child’s laugh,
joyous on display
What describes a place called home,
to a soldier sent to war
And what describes that final breath
—to an old man wanting more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Writing Prose,
because I can
And Poetry
—because I must
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Awareness can be frozen,
“A watched pot never boils”
When perception’s forced upon itself,
all change in stillness toils
“To thine own self” the Bard entreated,
that one truth we’re meant to find
As consciousness—the mind of God
calls us from inside
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Looking in not out,
the picture cleared
Problems solved,
both far and near
Motion closed,
entropic sum
Space inflated
—time unspun
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)