Often

in the space

of words unspoken

— truth most dearly hides

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Rows of forgiveness

fallow in winter

Waiting for summer

 their treasure installed

 

Leftover morsels

heated in darkness

Sating the hunger

  of those who are called

 

Seeds from the past

replenish the future

Buried salvation  

awaits in the ground

 

Fasting on yesterday

feasting tomorrow

Waiting for supper

— when dinner bells sound   

 

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

 

 

Staring

into the essence

of what sunlight

often hides

 

Within

plain sight

the truth takes flight

— in nature’s great disguise

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Stuck out on

a highway

between reality

and truth

 

The status quo

of transience

allures as it

deludes

 

Looking for an

exit ramp

to slow

my troubles down

 

Each sign I see

in bold relief

misleads

to distant towns

 

Till finally

I hear it

though faint

within the wind

 

From distant North

it beckons forth

to welcome me

within

 

The truth

respects no congress

and tows the line

for none

 

It flies within

our hopes and dreams

to leave us

— zero sum

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Their shouts remain

as hope reclaimed

the smoke still

on the beach

 

The roars that hide

of those who died

yet heard

within the breach

 

A spirit roams  

within the bones

of men

who went beyond

 

In freedom’s quest

to give their best

in times

— forever long

 

(Operation Dynamo – Dunkirk, 1940: February, 2025)

“Truth

is often attended

by a bodyguard

of lies”

 

A consequence

so precious

its veracity

must hide

 

Deep within

the smoke

on a battlefield

most dire

 

Victory burns

within each man

intrepid

— to inspire

 

(Tribute To D-Day: February, 2025)

The weight

of what I

haven’t done

far outweighs

my past

 

Those things

left vacant

on the shelf

of what I left

for last

 

Excuses

linger

as empty

choices

following behind

 

Reminding me

of what

I’m not

in content

— and in kind

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Happiness

you can’t explain

Forever joyous

— hope’s refrain

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

The minute I say

what it means to me

It will never mean

something different to you

 

Words are like highways

they begin and they end

You can get on and get off

where you choose

 

If I tell you the mile marker

I travel the most

You may miss one

I still haven’t seen

 

If I break it apart

and then spell it all out

There’s no mileage left

— to wander and dream

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

 

 

The only thing

that changes

is perspective

 

The only thing

envisioned

sight unseen

 

The only thing

that’s lasting

stays redundant

 

The only thing

that lingers

— is a dream

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)