“Past moments segmented euphoric,

notebook in the back of my jeans”

 

It used to be a pocketed feeling,

today it’s the air that I breathe

 

They used to visit when I would invite them,

now they’re my shadow unseen

 

Blanketing my world with their lettered embrace,

to inspire, enthrall—and redeem

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

The incarnation of silence,

sound without tone

 

Words embody in the night

—crying to be known

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

If you live long enough…

those things you missed

will again return

 

No longer wrapped

in layers of disguise

 

But flying on spirit wings

the Archangels have endowed

 

Bequeathed

to the morning’s sunrise

—your exiting dawn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

The imagery of experience,

the magic of verse

 

Each word bought and paid for

—to bless or to curse

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: 1971)

‘With Jerry Jeff Walker At The Main Point’

 

You can’t argue or reason

your way

into transcendence

 

Sinking deeper

with each formula drawn

—and truism proclaimed

 

(Wayne Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

The drum beat of eternity

—keeper of the dream

 

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: June, 2006)

Life,
forever promising more

Death
—its own reward

(Bangkok, Thailand: January, 2009)

When the spirit listens

—the heart forgives

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2011)

Editing Poetry…

which face comes off the mountain

 

(Keystone South Dakota: August, 2013)