Too Late For Sorrow (+3)

While bending the rules,

and strattling the line

I pushed every limit,

calling it mine

Tearing down fences,

defiantly proud

The direst warnings,

rebutted out loud

One last price to pay,

its ticket to stamp

Shadows concealing

my spiritual ramp

Each vow that I’ve broken,

those things left undone

The man I became

—a life zero sum

(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2020)

Liftoff

Phrases string together,

letters front to back

Birds of the same feather,

in each other’s tracks

Marching toward transcendence,

words reformed and strong

Flocking into unison

—flying into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Benedictum

A Poet’s ink… 

more sacred

than a Martyr’s blood

Each word

divinely measured

—all time in glory of

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)

Verbal Black Hole

Tapping eternity,

time rendered still

Back looking forward

—never until

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)