Never sure of what I started,
I wrote my final words
And found a stream to fill the well,
with verses left unheard
My last line most important,
leading back toward the first
The circle still unbroken,
—and all doubt now quenched of thirst
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Epiphanous Light
Poetry travels
where Prose cannot go
To sleep with the stars,
by heaven aglow
Each new verse a planet,
orbiting round…
An Epiphanous light,
—burning profound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
The Reckoning
The vision intrudes,
stealing ink from my pen
A thief in the night,
—leaving words that portend
A warning’s been given,
its mantle thrown down
But truth will speak over,
—what darkness avows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)