The words merely borrowed,

to then juxtapose

 

Each Poet the debtor,

whose lender forgoes

 

All lines duly tendered,

with verses inured

 

The beauty, the order

—new feelings assured

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

 

 

The tragedy of accident,

the wonderment of fate

imprisoning destiny

—on whose steps we wait

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2021)

Drowning

in the tides of thirst,

the dam opened wide

—for better or worse

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2021)

Deeper than love,

deeper than hate

the abyss that surrounds

inclement to wait

 

Fortune redundant,

heads in the clouds

escape not an option

—lost faces surround

 

(Ronald McDonald House: September, 2021)

Music is the highest art,

eternity its host

 

Time enraptured note by note,

transcendence dose by dose

 

Calling out and drawing in,

beyond all paint and stone

 

The minstrel frees the poet’s words

—and drives the feelings home

 

(Listening To Bohemian Rhapsody: September, 2021)

Verbal incessance,

spewing the words

Feelings left orphaned

—sheaths without swords

 

(Big Horn Valley: September, 2021)

 

Is time distorted

or our memory of time

 

A finite connection

—dimension sublime

 

(Driggs Idaho: September, 2021)

There’s something more valued

than dollars and cents…

humanity trumping pretend

 

Your mantra has been

that “winning’s enough”

losing yourself in the end

 

Each attempt to be clever

and self-aggrandize

takes you away from what’s real

 

The most treasured of things

to be loved and endeared

—your actions can’t borrow or steal

 

(The New Room: September, 2021)

I don’t write for you,

I don’t write for me

—I write for them

 

(Cooke City Montana: September, 2021)

That which than nothing

greater can be said…

‘The Word’

 

(Devon Pennsylvania: September, 2021)