New Offspring (+1)

Does your writing dance above the words

or somewhere down below

 

Do voices borrowed and feelings loaned,

occlude your diction’s flow

 

Do phrases couple and stanzas mesh,

in new harmonic forms

 

Does music waltz proudly from page to page

—to score new lyrics born

 

(Walking With Colby: February, 2021)

 

 

 

One Voice

 

A place though small enough to write,

still big enough to dream

 

My pen, a passport out of time,

with phrases to redeem

 

The North Wind calls, a purple sky,

on wings my ear enchants

 

And hears but one voice through the clouds

—to make the letters dance

 

(The New Room: February, 2021)

 

 

 

 

Meta-Morph

 

You could,

but you can’t

 

You would,

though you won’t

 

You did,

then you didn’t

 

You were

—and you weren’t

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)