Are you judging from halls
academic
Or from places where words
cannot hide
Are your hours immersed in
false reference
Or in a visceral pursuit
that defies
All bias and excuse
living tethered
In an ivy walled mansion
enthroned
While beauty and truth
run together
Through open fields
—that no pundit has grown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
In Shadows Grow
The mother lode of nighttime verse,
arriving late
—by Satan cursed
The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes,
old words unbirthed
—in shadows grow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Fertile And Silent
Making love to the words,
our tryst lasted till dawn
The sun now a blanket,
covered verses to warm
Making love to the words,
all new phrases to sleep
Resting fertile and silent
—until daylight retreats
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
The Present Instilled
Writing for tomorrow,
today is enhanced
Writing for tomorrow,
my mind and heart dance
Writing for tomorrow,
my place is affirmed
Writing for tomorrow,
my name is confirmed
Writing for tomorrow,
the future reeled in
Writing for tomorrow,
new moments begin
Writing for tomorrow,
old crucibles filled
Writing for tomorrow
—the present instilled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Loud And Wild
The power of the written word…
the spoken word supreme
Ink to recommission,
what only breath can glean
Soldiers line up back to back,
letters ranked and filed
The command to march just given once
—its war chant loud and wild
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)