Truant Verse

Finding fault

with a vagrant poem,

its message left unclear

 

Falling short,

while aiming long,

to harken every ear

 

What’s left unsaid,

an unmade bed,

the sheets pulled down and bare

 

The words still truant,

their search goes on

—whose message all to share

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

The Lights Of The O.R.

Dodging a bullet,

the PET Scan loomed large…

results both good and bad

 

“Nothing today

to worry about,”

but tomorrow left unclad

 

The moment secure,

the future unsure…

prognosis under siege

 

The lights of the O.R.

 calling his name

—with hope the last reprieve

 

(University Of Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

From Beyond The Grave

I get along with

my father now,

better than when he was alive

 

The walls have dismantled,

the barriers down,

a clear vision to inside

 

The excuses we made,

 a pride that forbade,

here buried in the ground

 

As our spirits conjoin

to sail on the wind

—each other we have found

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Joni’s Circle Game

The older I get

the more I know,

everything starts as a prayer

 

The older I get

the more I’m indebted

to a voice that I can share

 

The older I get

the surer I am

that life begins and ends

 

The older I get

the richer the words

—that spoken live again

 

(The Book Of Prayers: September, 2020)