Open Fields (+4)

 Are you judging from halls

  academic

Or from places where words

  cannot hide

Are your hours immersed in

  false reference

Or in a visceral pursuit

  that defies

All bias and excuse

  living tethered

In an ivy walled mansion

  enthroned

While beauty and truth

  run together

Through open fields

   —that no pundit has grown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)  

In Shadows Grow

The mother lode of nighttime verse,

   arriving late

    —by Satan cursed

The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes,

   old words unbirthed

    —in shadows grow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Fertile And Silent

Making love to the words,

  our tryst lasted till dawn

The sun now a blanket,

  covered verses to warm

Making love to the words,

  all new phrases to sleep

Resting fertile and silent

  —until daylight retreats

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The Present Instilled

Writing for tomorrow,

  today is enhanced

Writing for tomorrow,

  my mind and heart dance

Writing for tomorrow,

  my place is affirmed

Writing for tomorrow,

  my name is confirmed

Writing for tomorrow,

  the future reeled in

Writing for tomorrow,

  new moments begin

Writing for tomorrow,

  old crucibles filled

Writing for tomorrow

  —the present instilled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Loud And Wild

The power of the written word…

  the spoken word supreme

Ink to recommission,

  what only breath can glean

Soldiers line up back to back,

  letters ranked and filed

The command to march just given once

   —its war chant loud and wild

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)