Left Unsaid (+7)

Charging into the waves,

the wind at my back

 

The horizon clear

—its truth left unsaid

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

Its Orphans Dead

 

The future blocked,

by words unsaid

 

The pasture torn,

its furrows bled

 

The future blocked,

by words unsaid

 

The present cries

—its orphans dead

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

In Color

 

Space in meters,

words in rhyme

 

Life in color

—truth sublime

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

To Shout Divine

 

Each phrase a gift,

mine to unwrap

 

The Muse bequeaths,

when spirit lacks

 

Each word a jewel,

to cut and shine

 

Together placed

—and shout divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

This Life I Live

 

I don’t know if I’m good or bad,

but I’m not for loan

 

I don’t know if my words will rise,

but these thoughts I own

 

I don’t know if the questions asked,

will in death rename

 

I don’t know if this life I live

—will the past reclaim

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

 

My Heart

 

S

H

E

 

C

A

M

E

 

MY HEART AS RANSOM

 

S

H

E

 

L

E

F

T

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)  

 

 

The Hour Late

 

Stepping off the ledge,

out of the fog

—I cast my fate

 

As time again dared,

all blinders off

—the hour late

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

 

Dual Birth

 

Tears of sorrow,

tears of joy

 

Meld together,

laughter’s toy

 

Tears of sadness,

tears of mirth

 

Wellspring one

—a dual birth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

No Dessert

 

At some tables…

Time

is a dessert,

that is no longer

served

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December 16, 2016)