Waiting with answers

to questions unasked,

a vacuum state appears

 

Smelling the ozone

feeling its weight,

all time reduced to tears

 

A newness reborn

a prophecy filled,

the words await unsaid

 

As what was created

before it was made

—returns to raise the dead

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing

can be its own explanation

 

Nothing

can leave itself

 

Nothing

can give dimension to time

 

Nothing

unsaid is spelt

 

Nothing

is nothing till something becomes

 

Nothing

a word unatoned

 

Nothing

that last page of unwritten rhyme

 

Nothing

—a temptress unknown

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

 

Music has a special taste

feelings lost in sound

Touching heard across the room

vision by the pound

 

References left unto themselves

choir boys in tune

Trading what they never had

tribute to the loon

 

One last chance to make the grade

masks come flying off

Darwin leaving Born in chains

climbing through the moss

 

Menageries have come and gone

kaleidoscopes diffused

Nomenclature chameleons

—confounded and bemused

 

(The New Room: January, 2023)

Life was born in the desert

but death came out of the sea

walking on all fours, breathing the air

—killing that never to be

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

Leonard Cohen…

an unfinished poem

blowing in the wind

forever reminding

—to start again

 

(The Main Point: January, 1972)

Bigger in my memory

smaller in my inclination 

Regret a distant calling card

admonishing my name

 

Vacant in my recollection

bedded in my hopefulness

Joy a future invitation

—Heaven to proclaim

 

(Christmas Wishing: First Book Of Prayers- December, 2022) 

Smaller in the rearview mirror

the past retreats from view

Perspective changing rearranging

the old supplanted new

 

Fading in a dying focus

dust beyond the wind

Blowing wild beyond our memory

—fates forgotten hymn

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)

 

You can’t catch up to history

its ship no longer sails

Each chapter prisoned by the wind

times trilogy airmailed

 

To search within your destiny

the moments turn to gold

Where bookends fall and freedom reigns

—beyond the past retold

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)

Where does laughter go

when the smiles are gone

 

Where does music go

when stripped of its song

 

Where does credence go

when truth suicides

 

Where do voices go

—when breath is denied

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)

Before the analysis

before the dissection

First came the reading

—the deepest of cuts

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)