My Wait Begins Again

I turn my collar up against the wind,

 and place my eyes along the skyline

Hoping in the twilight for some sign of you

 —a colder truth I’ve never known

I pull my jacket tight across my chest

 and watch the waves crash upon your shadow

Knowing the tide is like your receding heart

 —washing my footsteps from the sand

The sun has now gone, the moon in flight,

 and my hopes rise o’er the waves

My collar frozen, my soul on fire

  —as my wait begins again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

Sentence Long

When words rape the feeling,

  any pregnancy is wrong

Delivery most premature,

 verdict quick—sentence long

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

As You Speak

Your audience may not be able to listen,

  in the fashion that you speak

Your readers may not be able to discern,

  those meanings that you preach

Your lovers may not be able to hold

  your feelings in their hands

Your future may not be able to serve

  —what the present can’t withstand

(James River Writers Conference: Richmond: October, 2016)

New Blood

My Poem still an open wound,

  unstitched by edits snare

Running free on a endless page

  —new blood for all to share

(James River Writers Conference: October, 2016)