Only A Poet

Only A Poet…

  can change feelings into air,

  birthing new memory

 

Only A Poet…

  can transform night into day,

  lighting our spirits

 

Only A Poet…

  can define the indefinable,

  words meaning more than their letters allow

 

And only a Poet…

   can stab time in the heart,

   to bleed free and eternal

    —only a Poet

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Love Disowned

As days split off

and drift away,

their dreams remain with me

 

Words as jewels

and treasured pawn,

 whose tickets cancelled—flee

 

The nights adopted

   orphaned suns,

those times you woke and lied

 

My heart left bare

myself to wed,

your wound still deep inside

 

From spells you cast

upon our gift,

and conjured into stone

 

The past is black

all future gone,

and present—love disowned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

There’s A Line

Like a wounded dog,

who never forgets

 

This memory will

not fade

 

My warning stated,

“The Ice Is Thin”

 

Where my sun turns

into shade

 

If I told you once,

I told you twice

 

“There’s a line,
you’re not to cross”

 

But your love trespassed,

with payment deep

 

Where my bite breaks through

the frost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

From Your Pen

All power in the caliber,

not the number or the count

 

Its penetration deeper,

when focused and avowed

 

The wound well placed is mortal,

its shot not heard till then

 

But a gun’s not half as lethal

 —as what’s fired from your pen

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

One Well

There are Poets

for the stage

 

And Poets

for the page

 

The difference

often subtle

 

In your eye,

and in your ear

 

There are Poets

for the stage

 

And Poets

for the page

 

One well for them

to draw from

 

Two voices

—speaking clear

 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

‘Thank You, Neal Hall’