The dawn of

forgiveness

The death of

old pain

The choice that

releases

The end of

disdain

 

Unwrapping

tomorrow

Regifted

today

The loneliest

moments

Beyond

—yesterday

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

Little streams

make bigger rivers

 

Words unspoken

hide the truth

 

Where you start

is where you’ll finish

 

Fate embedded

—at the root

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

Remembering to forget

I forgot to remember

 

What leaves in the morning

returns with the night

 

The past in abeyance

a temporary shelter

 

Embedded in memory

—the wrong and the right

 

(The New Room: June, 2023)

 

The death of tomorrow

rebirthed in stone

Its sculptor blinded

by fear unknown

 

The future vacant

the past denied

Where carved in darkness

—an image cries     

 

(The New Room: June, 2023)

Rearranging discordant thoughts

memories fall in place

Like keys upon a Steinway

awaiting my embrace

 

Sharp notes lead, the flats behind

as I replay the past

Chords when struck connecting all

—in harmonies recast

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

East of tomorrow

west of the moon

A moment in time

too late and too soon

 

Playing a love song

that hides in delight

Calling us upward  

through storms in the night

 

East of tomorrow

west of the moon

Our past and our future

uncouple and swoon

 

Life in that moment

death left behind

The time and the place

—forever defined

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

The White Whale

Atlantis

or Holy Grail

 

Avarice and greed

destruction

prevails

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

Unlocking the vault

invested with pain

 

Its riches long stolen

all value is stained

 

Each bill tells a story

of wantonness greed

 

With truth sold for dollars

whose printing now bleeds

 

Locked up in a winter

of coldness and fear

 

A traitorous fortune

of all you hold dear

 

Its smell tells a story

the mold growing thick

 

Corruption inherent

the air makes you sick

 

Bereft you can’t spend

what you coveted so

 

Before the interment

when sinking so low

 

The cash becomes toxic 

it falls from your hands

 

Its value infected

—insolvent and damned

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

The power of one word

a sentence to shame

Whose meaning suborted

and magic reclaimed

 

Only one syllable

quiets the storm

Where poets can dream

—in beauty reborn

 

(The New Room: June 9, 2023)

From my new novel, ‘Approaching Storm’

 

The winds of war have called again

courage summoned—to befriend

Through evil darkness blowing strong

we face the threatened coming dawn