Twilight…

day surrendering

light into

submission,

taking a knee

before the night,

entrusting its

future

to a darkness

unknown,

waiting in the cold

—for dawn to return

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

I’ll rue the day,

 I can’t write angry

 

I’ll rue the day,

 not alone with myself

 

I’ll rue the day,

 the questions all answered

 

I’ll rue the day,

thoughts no longer felt

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

 

Through the bedroom window

in my Grandmother’s house,

shone three lights—far off and red

 

Vertically stacked,

representing the distance,

to a young boy fast in bed 

 

A distance that I

was born to travel,

my hopes as then conceived  

 

A distance that called my dreams

to wander

—whose voice would never leave 

 

(Dreamsleep- May, 2020)

 

Fear is a thief stealing into the future,

the past its lot to pawn

 

A larcenous demon that hides in the night,

from the gallant, intrepid—and strong

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

 

 

Every second, an infinity
happens
… in relativity!

(West Philadelphia: January, 1973)​

Playing defense with terrorism

—another name for suicide

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

The light gets richer

approaching the end

 

Warmth trumping distance

—goodbye an old friend

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

A question unanswered,

a wish unfulfilled

 

A moment left fleeting,

to wander until

 

A maiden unmarried,

a tryst never made

 

A lover in armor,

a husband forbade

 

A day left to dwindle,

the twilight to roam

 

A promise indentured,

enslaved and alone

 

A question unanswered,

a wish unfulfilled

 

A moment left fleeting

—to wander until

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

Is this life we live,

the life we know,

really death

from another plane

 

Is the hurt we suffer,

and the struggle we bear,

the result

of another realm

 

Are the visions we see,

and the insights unnamed,

but a window

into that world

 

Is what we call life,

what they call death,

with its reckoning

left untold

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

 

A dark cloud swept o’er me today,

and visited but couldn’t stay

 

It tried to blow my voice away,

but stronger winds then had their say

 

Poisoning rains lay overhead,

whose black veil lifts in mornings glow

 

Their invocation scoffed again

—by everything Mariah knows

 

(University Of Pennsylvania Hospital: April, 2020)

‘Thank You Drs. Torp, Thaler & Weinstein’