A tamer version of myself,
I rise from day to day
Fit for consumption publicly,
in camouflage I play
Memories deep, and memories stored,
from oh so long ago
Now sleep inside my attic,
ephemeral they glow
My current frame of reference…
four always two plus two
The mundane I show deference,
to do what others do
But late at night I hear those sounds,
now coming down the hall
Remembrances to fill my dreams,
my treasure out of pawn
With sleep unchained, the night on fire,
I return to who I am
And pray that on tomorrow’s eve,
—my past will come again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Lost Bondage
When meaning becomes enslaved
by the abstraction,
—your Poem is lost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Reality Within
The inside looking out,
the outside looking in
Two sides of the same mirror,
—reality a twin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
One Rock
One rock cast from the quarry
of the great unknown
Freedom just another way,
—of being alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)