Generation Lost (+6)

Married to introspection,

  we left for Paris

 

And with fools and dilettantes,

  got carried away

 

Living on melancholy,

  our quarter was poor

 

The Seine’s romance but fiction

   —our fantasies played

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

The Loving Stopped

 

I loved her,

  for as long as I liked her

 

But when I stopped liking her

  —the loving stopped

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

Insulation

 

Vision is to

  art

 

As grace is to

  the soul

 

Not one

  without the other

 

Blanket

  against the cold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

 

Distance Calling

 

The channel seemed open,

  but the tuner was stuck

 

Its dial had frozen,

  mixed static and such

 

The instructions were missing,

  and the knobs wouldn’t turn

 

Its transmission now distant

   —all frequency burned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

 

Into My Prose

 

I need to bring more Poetry

  into my Prose…

 

To spill the blood richer

  flowing out of my veins

 

To reseason the words

  going into the fire

 

To spread the wings open

  —on a future untold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

An Ever Changing Tide

 

Stretching and pulling,

 the Universe goes on

 

Cosmology’s wonderment,

 each day a new dawn

 

The Spacetime Continuum,

 today’s Top 40 hit

 

Tomorrow inherent,

 unless we’ve been misled

 

The deeper the probing,

 the ‘Bigger the Bang’

 

What Einstein, Godel,

 and Penrose began

 

The good news for knowledge

 as we err and refute

 

Like a tide ever changing

 —to immerse in its truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

Trapped Within

 

The physics of divinity,

 atheists chide

 

Pews filled with charlatans,

 believers on trial

 

Trapped in their reasoning,

 with all logic stretched thin

 

Building walls to keep light out

 —and darkness within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)