My window opens wider
as my focus narrows down
The words are now much richer
than what I used to think profound
The light brings joy and substance
filling corners deep and closed
Its breezes tinged with lilac
—all negatives exposed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Faith Rising
“So it shall be written
so it shall be said”
A voice within the darkness
whispers above my bed
“So it shall be written
so it shall be done
“Your faith each new horizon
—your love the morning sun”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Poetic Triage
Today a Poet needs to cast
a hook with many tines
To reel in those who’re lulled to sleep
with cautionary lines
These days a Poet needs an edge
much sharper than before
To cut through all the excess flesh
—that blocks the metaphor
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
Ipse Solus
Not like her,
And
Not like him,
And
Not like you
—I write!
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The Sun Will Come Up
The warts are ugly
the wrinkles deep
The flesh now sagging
deprived of sleep
The eyesight failing
the hearing gone
But words still call
—from tomorrow’s song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)