Embracing the myth,
I hide deep within
More Devil than Savior,
aboriginal sin
Excuses my sacraments,
grace bartered for lies
Judgment internal
—redemption denied
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Verse My Heart
My prose becoming painful,
poetry yet a joy
Explaining has deterred me,
rhyme a favorite toy
Sentences locked and muted,
as couplets run and play
New paragraphs unwritten
—as verse my heart does pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
So Help Me God
Religion has too many givens,
the takeaways few, far between
Questioning ravaged, intelligence savaged
—the mind left to wander and dream
(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)
Wasted Breath
Bad prose masquerading as poetry,
darkness posing as light
Words stacked on top of words uttered in vain
—narcissists delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
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Comments1
So much food for thought!
I like all three, always a pleasure to read your poems.
Thanks Fred. Always an honor when you read them.
Kurt
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