You’re interested in the idea
of writing
—I just want to write
You’re interested in the meaning
of it all
—the darkness and the light
You’re interested in the idea
of writing
—I don’t have the time
You’re interested in questions
with answers
—those one’s I’ll never rhyme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Old Hunger
Is it the main course of the tale
or the ingredients that count
Is it the entree served first
or the dessert that surmounts
Is it the first that was last
or the last then before
As the order indentured
reverses once more
Was it the things that you said
or the silence you kept
Was it the moments you starved
or those times that you wept
Was it for honor and glory
or a passion unseen
As your meal time resets
—and old hunger now feeds
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
In This Present Begun
Not grabbing
but reaching
Not pushing
but pulling
Not telling
but listening
Not beginning
or done
Not mad
but then joyful
Not sad
but then hopeful
Not before
or then after
In this present
—begun
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Yet To Burn
The words are still perfect
as speech becomes marred
Intention unblemished
delivery though scarred
The memories embedded
all flashbacks infirm
Escape now for others
—their light yet to burn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Lightning Proclaimed
To be quiet with your friends
and silent with your foes
Creates a thunderous quiescence
which envelopes your soul
Your enemy weakening
as truth starts to rain
His darkness expelled
—by lightning proclaimed
(Train From Virginia: April, 2015)
How Much—How Many
How much is freedom
worth?
How much will time
bestow?
How many questions
asked?
How many answers
—known?
(Train From Virginia: April, 2015)
Further To Roam
You can no more teach poetry
than a tiger to hunt
It must first be inside you
from those things that you’ve done
You can no more teach poetry
than an eagle unflown
If the words just won’t come
—you’ve got further to roam
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)