Dead to himself,
he stepped on the ice
Cracks beginning
to form
Transcendence rejected,
skating a path
In search of time
forlorn
Crossing each memory,
forgiveness in sight
Each step,
a weighted cost
Redemption melting,
new hope in denial
Last chance
—to come across
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Epiphany's Light
If only genius could be contagious,
like chicken pox or flu
If only brilliance could be transferred,
like a bank draft overdue
If only insight could be replayed,
like a Mozart symphony
Then epiphany’s light would shine on all
—in communal rhapsody
(Ashbridge Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
The Boat Rocks
Nothing more defended
than the status quo
To protect and covet,
never let go
Attacked by outsiders,
heels to dig in
Rocking the boat
—water within
(Ashbridge Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
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Kurt,
As Iām reading āLast Chanceā,
Donna Summerās āLast Danceā keeps on playing in my head!
The āLast Chanceā for this āLast Danceā in life. Letās make the best of it!
I like the sound of that!
A wonderful write! You never disappoint me with your writes!
~Laura~š»
Very kind, thanks. I try...
Kurt
Youāre succeeding!š¤
Kurt,
ā¢ āThe Boat Rocksā
Yes, that boat does rock from time to time!
There you go, once again, not disappointing with this relatable write!
~Laura~
Thanks
Youāre welcome!
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