Something you had never heard…

something you had always known

 

Something new yet something old…

something borrowed—something owned

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)

Memory left drowning

betwixt and beyond

 floating discarded

on yesterday’s pond

 

The future is calling

in voices distressed

 reservoirs draining

tomorrow beset

 

The bridge crossing over

these waters is rough

its toll but the present

time never enough

 

The turnstile upon you,

its arm is still down

the cost what you’re leaving

its promise unfound

 

But once set in motion,

there’s no turning back

allusion receding

with blood in its tracks

 

All hail to the moment,

the instant supreme

whose motion internal

—all else but a dream

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Behind the walls

of his fantasy

an actor played his role

dishonest in death

dishonest in life

 face like ashen coal

 

Taking the stage

left, center, and right

soliloquy to fawn

each pleading rehearsed

all truth in reverse

—footlights dark and gone

 

(Dreamsleep: Octopber, 2021)

Born fully human,

more fully Divine

 

Our Savior upon us,

existence sublime

 

The sum of three persons,

all persons as one

 

His love in the mystery

sent down from above

 

A choice beyond question,

its truth beyond fact

 

All faith in transcendence

—unsetting the trap

 

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

My poetry selfish,

a teacher I’m not,

my message once for saying

 

Instruction a tool

long missing and gone,

imagery not relaying

 

The ivory tower

a dungeon to me

where freedom goes to die

 

The wind in the willows,

a hawk on the wing

—my verse to course and fly

 

(The New Room: October, 2021)

 

A jazz musician

wonders back

to his days at the keyboard…

each note over practiced

until melody pure

and magic releases

 

A poet in laurels

wonders back

to his primers and notepads…

each word placed in order

until imagery calls

—and syntax digresses

 

(Villanova University: October, 2021)

Eenie, Meenie, Miny, Mo,

drums beat loud, a finger shows

 Tigers prowl within our reach

—on tippytoes our fate impeached

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Charted lanes of custom,

 complacency alights

familiarity trumping all

—mindless in the night

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

How looks my love at dawn

in Spring

the air a festive vase

of hope

to lord each sprout of truth

with praise

and sing what only birds

announce

 

Her steps become a

garden path

her breath a fragrance

o’er the hills

to dance with future,

present, past

and spin each partner

—time undone

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Lingering…

the shadow of his wings

 a constant reminder

that love is a covering

to strip and lay bare

like that final March snow

hiding daffodils within

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)