America’s

faded glory

the polo field

reminds

 

Of years

of fleeting greatness

and hopes that lived

in kind

 

A child walks

the ball field

where ponies

used to tread

 

With memories

buried deep below

their grandeur

— all but dead

 

(The New Room: March, 2024)

 

Heaven

has no doorbell

Salvation

has no ring

The call redemptive

from inside

Where Angels

— flock to sing

 

(1^st Book Of Prayers: March, 2024)

 

Able to take change

in smaller increments …

the total overwhelms

 

The pieces digested

in tiny fragments

absconding from the realm

 

— Breaking it down —

 taming the maelstrom

 hail turns into rain

 

The whole reemerging

inside my becoming

 transforming me again

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

Living in the zoo

hunting in the jungle

Dying in the space between

— buried in the past

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

Preaching to the choir

one more like will do

Beating the last dying horse

postings stay as new

I’ll read yours if you’ll read mine

lined up in the queue

I’ll say yes if you agree

— who is kidding who

 

(The New Room: March, 2024)

Preaching to the choir

one more like will do

Beating the last dying horse

postings stay as new

I’ll read yours if you’ll read mine

lined up in the queue

I’ll say yes if you agree

— who is kidding who

 

(The New Room: March, 2024)

When you speak

to me

a certain way

I can see the words

 

Shaped and formed

with wings

of gold

 freeing what I’ve heard

 

When you speak

to me

a certain way

I can taste the wind

 

Calling forth

my hopes and dreams

— tendered from within

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)