A Big Wave Poem,
—it breaks off the page
And swells in your memory,
now hollow with rage
Its blank pages churning,
new sounds fill the air
Deep ink you are coursing,
as breathless you dare
Its words a tsunami,
they tumble and maul
Crushing all but the fearless,
watching consonants fall
Tightly closed up inside,
you compress for the light
And hope at the end,
you are saved in the fight
When giant verse calls,
hope and fear you befriend
Your line now committed,
—a write to the end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Light Or Chains
Truth shows no favorites,
all lies judged the same
Freedom or prison,
—its light or its chains
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
The Feast
Thoughts carried to term,
new words to instill
A message is born,
an infant of will
Its father coarse logic,
its mother the wind
Together they coupled,
a marriage within
Their family heraldic,
with pedigree firm
As libraries tremble,
and sages relearn
All time on the table,
last lie from the beast
This moment a knife,
past—future the feast
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)