Blistering thunder
Cracking asunder
Craters form
High ground being torn
Its ledges are sharp
Concealed in the dark
The rain blows in gales
—ancient prophecy hails
Blistering thunder
Fate pulls you under
Vows you made
Point straight to your grave
Death’s legions await
You fall through its gate
Your last moment burned
—no more chances to learn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Far Better
(Blues Poem #18)
It’s better to let her…
keep those fancy shoes and bags
if she comes to bed each night
It’s better to let her…
have the house worn and ragged
if the trim stays fresh and light
It’s better to let her…
whine and constantly bemoan
if she smells like summer rain
It’s better to let her…
cash the checks you bring home
—if she’ll whisper those words again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
My Heart To Wander
I dreamed far into the distance
and found an ocean beyond the sand
With no beach around its borders
no surge upon the land
Its depths flow on forever
no beginning and no end
Before its waves my heart to wander
—within its tide my soul to mend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)