The writer always
wants to sing
And the singer
wants to paint
The painter fancies
he could dance
To the dancer
songs conflate
The greenest grass
it seldom grows
Where you now
make your bed
As wishes stray
and hopes betray
What might have been
—instead
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
From my new novel, \'Approaching Storm\'
The winds of war have called again
courage summoned—to befriend
Through evil darkness blowing strong
we face the threatened coming dawn
Magic Reclaimed
The power of one word
a sentence to shame
Whose meaning suborted
and magic reclaimed
Only one syllable
quiets the storm
Where poets can dream
—in beauty reborn
(The New Room: June 9, 2023)