The Future…
is but the past unloved
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
The Thread
Is there a thread that binds and ties…
an artist to his art
Is it thin or thickly woven,
will it hold or come apart
Is it there to free or strap one down,
with the memory of its form
Does its very nature reattach,
when in fury it is torn
Does it link in stark remembrance,
all that’s past and gone away
Does it keep the truth within arms reach
—when again we’ve lost our way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Distant Storms
While calling to the ages,
I gave up on today
All voiced precipitation,
for someone else to spray
Writing above what’s forecast,
with readers yet unborn
My words beyond the thunder
—to ride on distant storms
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)