Like leaves in the wind,
words scatter about
From the woods and high grass,
they call and they shout
“Come find us, come free us,
we’re out here alone
“The Muse has deserted,
—and left us disowned”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
My Soul Electric
Each Poem wrought,
another day of
freedom bought
Each verse proclaimed,
one more glorious
night renamed
Each line unleashed,
new light is shown
old shadows hide
Each truth I speak,
my soul electric,
—words alive
(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
Pieces micromanaged,
—big picture tease
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)