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)