With words to seal my coffin shut,
I said my last goodbye
To journey down and re-reflect,
on what I said, and why
It’s quiet in my earthen grave,
no light to mark the time
My flesh to rot with bones exposed
—finality unrhymed
(Villanova University: January, 2020)
I bent my will into the wind,
a final last rebuttal
And felt it rage against my soul,
in anger that was total
I pressed again, and then again,
and waited for an answer
It blew back hard, and harder still,
its force a rabid dancer
One last time I pushed it back,
its vortex caving in
Whose fury split in breezes tamed
—my destiny within
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
A final remembrance,
stuck in the ground
an unspoken milepost,
lost to be found
Standing defiant,
with time as the judge
a marker abandoned
—memory begrudged
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
It’s all about being remembered,
a legacy deeper than blood
What death tries to steal, your words to reveal,
reborn
—on the wings of a dove
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Old souls know about money,
and run from it more than the rest
They’ve witnessed the toll it exacts,
they’ve witnessed the joy it rejects
An old soul lives on a shoestring,
tied to something that money can’t buy
An old soul is not bought so cheaply
—as that new soul that’s never flown high
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
A Poets gathering…
party of one
The darkness invited
—words zero sum
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
When you’ve been to the top of the mountain
—you can relive the view from afar
(Bear Tooth Pass: August, 2019)
