A ray of warm sunshine

  sparkling delight

 

An arrival so blessed

  on wings of a sprite

 

Its music plays silent

  from distant to near

 

Springtime is calling

  —the meadow so dear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

I lived inside her laughter,

I slept inside her song,

I wrote inside her meaning

  —till our wishes all were gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

Refortifying myself…

I expected less and less

From you

My inner world unfolding

All window dressing cast aside

My spirit entrusted to

Those moments still to come

The truth now able to settle

And learn

My secret voice conscious of

What my curiosity and reflection

   —have yet to see

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

When did the global depression

  begin

 

When did the leaves start to

  wither and fall

 

When did the answers start questioning

  themselves

 

When did the love vanish that springtime

  recalls

 

Now, every method begets nothing

  but madness

 

Now, the rotten pudding harbors proof

  deep within

 

Now, every deal is dealt straight

  from the bottom

 

Now, disowned and orphaned

   —the truth cowers in sin

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2015)

If you want to accomplish something,

  stop talking

 

If you want to get somewhere,

  start walking

 

If you want to be someone,

  stop wishing

 

If you find your table bare,

  start fishing

 

If the door remains barred and closed,

  knock again

 

If the meaning lags behind intent,

  yourself befriend

 

If the sentences won’t start or end,

  reopen your heart

 

If the moment repeats again the same,

  with love—restart

 

(Train-Brattleboro Vermont: September, 2015)

 

A step ahead

A step behind

The motion foreign

The distance blind

 

To look then forward

While looking back

The moment flounders

The line goes slack

 

The past—the future

Regret and hope

A sun now darkened

Your shadow gropes

 

A step ahead

A step behind
That missing link

  —still yours to find

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2015)

 

 

Happy…

  writing poetry

 

Miserable…

  writing prose

 

Divided

  with each word to gift

 

Joyful

  —with each thought to know

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2015)

Starting out with belief

 all that’s left is regret

 

Starting out with hope

 every wish then denied

 

Starting out with love

 at the end only pain

 

Starting out with a welcome

  —one last final goodbye

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

 

 

 

The joy of a simple walk

The company of a treasured dog

With peace as my roadmap

I’m pulled deeper inside

 

Each step brings me closer

To myself in this moment

As the past and the future

Drift slowly aside

 

All bliss disconnected

From place or event

Its joy now sustaining

And unendingly mine

 

The time of the season

All seasons do abound

New light from within

  —here forever to shine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015)

You have money in the bank,

 but you’ll never be rich

 

With the power to buy and sell

 though yourself disowned

 

Those things today and then tomorrow,

 their weight crushes in upon you

 

A legacy doomed as rock by rock

 —your future coursed in stone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)