An agreed upon history…

fables abound

 

To share in the memories,

what’s lost and then found

 

Our story rechristened,

linked moments in time

 

New legacy written

—in couplets of rhyme

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Hiding behind his writing,

he went from day to day

 

Whispering memories from yesterday’s past,

the truth in disarray

 

Buried in moments now borrowed,

the clock running shorter than long

 

All words out on pawn, tomorrow in hock

—his message forgotten and gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Seeing truth…

in the blindness of others

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)

A stitching of parables,

a weaving of psalms

 

Whether ancient or modern,

the truth plaited long

 

The story we tell,

with one pattern beset

 

A patchwork of tailors

—whose needles profess

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania, December, 2019)

Hear what your eyes cannot see,

smell what your hands cannot touch

 

Taste what each moment unfolds

—love in the simplest of things

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Money’s most important purchase

—time

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)

Punch me in the mouth…

don’t stab me in the back

 

The truth in play most clearly

—when honestly attacked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

The borders of space

—where limits go to die

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

It’s not about Poetics,

but the meaning it involves

 

The meter, rhyme, and format,

just tools to then resolve

 

Great thoughts need little structure,

their light too bright to dim

 

By any academic mode

—that chokes the voice within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Caught up in the great “I don’t know,”

my mind refused to learn

 

Moving into the “Maybe so,”

my thoughts began to turn

 

Morphing through each “To and fro,”

the options marked my days

 

Spreading what was “Mine to sow”

—epiphany relayed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)