Yesterday and tomorrow…
the same impostor
—wearing different masks
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Yesterday and tomorrow…
the same impostor
—wearing different masks
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
I’d rather write the truest book
for just one man to read
Than draft that one of mass appeal
to blush but never bleed
I’d rather speak that one great line
to a canyon vast and wide
Than forever to recite mundane
what an audience will comply
I’d rather die a poet’s death
than an actors out on loan
I’d rather live within myself
than in crowds where I’m alone
I’d rather give my last few breaths
to that child at my knee
And leave with him one word of hope
—that he may then set free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Those who are truly great
belong to all of us
Living inside our memories
—shaping what’s left of our dreams
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Questions are often bigger
than their answers
With horizons wide and spacious,
timelines unrestrained
Questions often lead
to other questions
With answers left to wallow
—in a singular refrain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
With prose…
I saw only with my eyes,
as the words left my hand
With poetry…
my eyes were abandoned,
leaving only my heart
But in the distance played a lyric,
freeing what my words
could never unchain
And hearing its melody,
my heart forever carried away
—in song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Poets…
spiritual escape artists
—in a shackled and imprisoned world
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Trying to understand
why you marked up your body
—I stared at the ink
The memory of your open promise
still inside of me
—unfulfilled
Retracing that promised memory
with new symbols
—stained forever
You colored in the empty spaces
I was unable
—or unwilling to see
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
I lifted you into my heart
But one arm was missing
As single wing and one handed
I carried you inside
All the while, you pointing at
My lost absent limb…
You told me you’d love me
If I could find that one misplaced part
The part that would then
Make me whole
I looked into tomorrow
And searched through the past
But my arm had reached out
For something beyond my ability to see
I could still feel the numbing sensation
Of pain
Where the arm had previously
Been attached
The vibration of loss
Now prosthetic for all that was severed
You pitied my deformity as I hid
My eyes
As best I could with only one hand
Telling me the fault was mine
For always reaching beyond what I
Could know or see…
And with your final stroke of malice
You left me further disabled
Climbing back outside a wish I knew
Was never to be mine…
When you left you found the old world
Different than the one you thought you knew
A desert of frozen stone with a black sky now
Surrounded the stillness of your abandoned love…
As you hesitated to turn around and
Reenter my world
The one that just a moment ago you had
Admonished and left for good
A lone arm reached out and closed the door
Behind you
Leaving you abandoned in a sea of loneliness
And despair
—to love no more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Dedicated To Lisa Wynn in the next AOP.
Thoughts ignite,
and words burn
As everything considered
—turns to ash
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Dropping its bomb,
always missing the mark
Your echo implodes,
a sound hollow and dark
Answers unquestioned,
all bombast enflamed
Drifting abandoned
—in silence unclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)