Silence To Collide (+5)

“Playing tennis without a net,”

 perhaps Robert Frost was right

Free Verse serves with no return,

 day volleys into night

One long shot into the darkness,

 an open end divide

Its message fades, an echo dim

 —with silence to collide

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Priority

The first responsibility of Poetry

 —is honesty

The second responsibility is to never

 forget responsibility number one

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

One Final Bill

Sleeping through forgiveness…

 I’m re-invoiced by the pain

The nightmare real, escape undone, 

 the reasons all to blame

Trapped within my memory,

 each image haunts and preys

Excuses gone as judgment reigns

 —one final bill to pay

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Sighted Blind

My dog was hurt; he couldn’t hunt,

  and left me in the field

To wander into aimlessness,

 my prey as yet to yield

His nose was gone; the point was lost,

 the tracks turned right then wrong

My gun recocked but sighted blind

 —all certainty had gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The Hunt

A gift inside the box...

 one question left unanswered

Whose key to then unlock

 lay distant—still unfound

(Baltimore Maryland: April, 2019)

The Coldest Muse

Married to his writing,

 divorced from carnal love

The bodies flesh a token,

 his words to rise above

All younger men still captive,

 as lust demands anew

His passion burning molten hot

 —to bed the coldest Muse

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)