Each Poem wrought,
another day of
freedom bought
Each verse proclaimed,
one more abandoned
night renamed
Each line unleashed,
new light is shown,
old shadows hide
Each word I speak,
my soul elektric
—truth alive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
All Heaven In Sight
As a writer,
I create my own freedom
And as a writer,
I invent my own friends
As a writer,
I espouse my own truth
And as a writer,
my will never bends
As a writer,
I travel the world
And as a writer,
that journey’s within
As a writer,
I dive for more pearls
And as a writer,
each moment begins
As a writer,
the moon rises at dawn
And as a writer,
the sun burns through the night
As a writer,
my words play immortal
And as a writer
—all heaven in sight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Big Picture Tease
Bogged down in the details,
truth is undone
Swimming through the corn flakes,
milk overruns
Looking at the forest,
seeing just trees
Life micromanaged
—big picture tease
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)