Run away from the what,
let the how lead the way
Keep the questions before you
and the answers at bay
Deem your motion perpetual
with all stops left behind
As those presents unwrapped
open up in your mind
May the wind rise to greet you
and your sun never set
On those places now virgin
and a lover unmet
May the wisdom of sages
be your rallying cry
As you course through the ages
—forever wondering why
(Train-New Haven: March, 2015)
Grief To Go
‘Sermon to the choir….’
the writers group sat motionless
with their heads down
‘Sermon to the choir….’
they listened for their instructor
to announce—“your time starts now”
‘Sermon to the choir….’
they tried to imagine what they had never seen
while wondering about what they couldn’t know
‘Sermon to the choir….’
the writers group then raised their heads
and packed their grief to go
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
To Those Recalled
Escaping into verse,
the base of the tower rumbled,
the ground beneath was shaken
with new cracks inside its walls
Escaping into verse,
all towering deception crumbled,
as the self-anointed jumped and fell
landing prostrate and so small
Escaping into verse,
the mime shouted out enabled,
his silent thunder raining down
with a message now to scald
Escaping into verse,
a new steeple built and gabled
its bell to ring a lyric toll
—new life to those recalled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Seraph\'s Delight
There’s a voice deep inside me
still trying to get out
Ignoring my pleadings,
it screams and it shouts
Its call is the loudest
on those darkest of nights
When my mind seeks new refuge
from Seraph’s delight
I toss and I turn,
but it speaks louder still
As its words start to burn
from new vision distilled
No barter or denial
will turn back its call
The Muse is on fire
—my pen not to stall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
The Dog & The Kitty
The Doggie was white,
and the Kitty was black,
as they crouched at opposite ends of the floor
Their eyes never met,
because the rules were set
that the dog would chase the cat as before
At night came the darkness,
and the Kitty stood up
and headed right straight to the door
But the Doggie just lay there with his head
on his paws, and thought….
—today is quite different for sure
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
‘For Kiley, Hunter, Braden & Parker’
My Grandchildren
The Deepest Freeze
Holding myself emotional hostage,
no ransom note was sent
No picture of the victim
no feeling sold or lent
Locking my heart away for good
ice forming by degree
All pain inflicted on myself
—love in the deepest freeze
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)