The places I’ve been
all part of me now,
roadmaps of intention
tracking landscapes endowed
The history I’ve written
covers chapter and verse,
of promises made
and commitments diverse
The road ever widens
my scope narrows down,
the past out of focus
leaving town after town
Tomorrow unbeckoned
I search for today,
the future unreckoned
—the moment in play
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Last Road To Rome
Poetry fails
when forced to explain
A dead-end street
with little to gain
Stripped of meaning,
one proffer to name
Magic and wonder
dead,
self-proclaimed
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
Simulacrum
Living inside a memory,
dying within a dream
Reality turned against itself
—nothing what it seems
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Sincerest Form Of Shame
Plagiarism self-inflicted,
it blinds veracity
keeping us forever
in the dark
To wander in costume
as others unnamed,
their vision
to herald and hark
In shadows of obscurity
doubt crossing fear,
we steal
what can’t be bought
Reflecting false images
by our hand
chasing
—what can’t be caught
(Radnor Pennsylvania: March, 2021)