After the finish line,
a new starting line awaits
Where answers have deserted,
but old questions remain
The learning curve most steep,
as doubt invades the shadows
The light never brighter
—than when dawn breaks through again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Time\'s Capsule
Surging through memory,
all time was expanded
The past and the future
—beginning and end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Crying Inward
How old were you
when you were born
Were your pasts or futures
deemed forlorn
How young will you be
when you die
As truth cries inward
—all time a lie
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Stillborn
Raw
Intelligence…
Like dry
Cement
Sitting unmixed
Never used
To make
Anything
Real
Raw
Intelligence…
A flashing
Neon light
To its own
Potential
Bulbs
Burning out
One at a time
Raw
Intelligence…
Its shadows
Forever littered
Along a
Lost and
Forgotten
Past tense
Alleyway
Raw
Intelligence…
Like shards of
Glass
In the maelstrom
Reflecting a story
Of what
Might
Have been
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Setting The Ghost Free
The emptiness between Hemingway’s words is a
hollow sound that stays in your mind
The space creates distance as the Old Man wanted,
from the reader and the voyeur of pain
“Distance from the day he fought and struggled
to land that one great fish
“Distance from a soldier’s final battle, calling out
from beyond his reach
“Distance from the arena where the horns got close,
with death again denied
“And distance from the many women he tried to
desperately love and failed”
Each city his refuge: Paris, Havana, and Ketchum,
but in no place were his memories home
And giving in to the distance, setting the ghost free
—his bell tolled one last time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The Truth Revealed
The touchstones of existence…
how many have you known
A common rock, a baby’s kiss,
a dog to walk you home
Can one then trump the other,
with importance or with worth
Can a seaside villa or Renoir painting,
outshine a child’s birth
The physicists solution, quantifying
parts and sums
Can all the gold inside Fort Knox,
rebuy what Mozart’s done
What seems to me important,
is to touch as many as you can
And let the truth reveal itself
—your soul to then befriend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)