In the depths of the forest,
one lone candle burns
A light into forever,
where spirit still yearns
In the trees and the darkness,
its promise burns bright
With eternity waiting
—just out of sight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
A Future Wish
The children left
The memories stayed
Feelings caught
Between
Now and before
Doors opening
Doors closing again
Future wish
Written
—hoping for more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
The Tide
Live hard
Write easy
Footsteps washing
With the tide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
My Searching Begins
The house is now quiet,
the children have gone
My beard they’ve left ruffled,
as memories grow long
With trains and dolls scattered,
where last they played
Their love remains buried,
inside of the maze
The cupola harkens,
a last candle there burns
As the attic sits waiting
for the toys to return
The old house is silent,
but deep from within
Their laughter still hides
—and my searching begins
(Thanksgiving: November, 2016)
The Mojo Within
(Blues Poem #13)
The Blues fills my memory,
all emptiness gone
Its Harp laying claim,
my soul to belong
Little Walter cries out
‘that same old somethin’ again
Jimmy Reed to remind us
—of the mojo within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Both The Future And Past
Do you want education,
or just to get high
To reach your potential,
or pie in the sky
If it’s learning you want,
then take off the mask
That laptop you worship
—deceives future and past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
No Way Back
Drowning at the bottom,
the top so far away
Lifeline snapped, memory torn
—reasons unbelayed
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
On The Run
(Blues Poem #14)
Gonna roll me a reefer,
and smoke the past goodbye
Gonna empty that last bottle of gin,
and kick this bye and bye
Gonna drink that woman away, Lord,
if I have to turn to rum
Gonna smoke that reefer till my fingers burn
—her memory on the run
(Villanova University Vespers: June, 2019)