Tracks Of The Bear (+3)

The places I’ve been

 all part of me now,

 roadmaps of intention

tracking landscapes endowed

 

The history I’ve written

covers chapter and verse,

of promises made

and commitments diverse

 

The road ever widens

 my scope narrows down,

 the past out of focus

leaving town after town

 

Tomorrow unbeckoned

I search for today,

the future unreckoned

—the moment in play

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

 

 

 

Last Road To Rome

 

Poetry fails

when forced to explain

 

A dead-end street

with little to gain

 

Stripped of meaning,

one proffer to name

 

Magic and wonder

dead,

self-proclaimed

 

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)

 

 

 

Simulacrum

 

Living inside a memory,

dying within a dream

 

Reality turned against itself

—nothing what it seems

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)

 

 

 

Sincerest Form Of Shame

 

Plagiarism self-inflicted,

it blinds veracity

keeping us forever

in the dark

To wander in costume

as others unnamed,

 their vision

to herald and hark

In shadows of obscurity

 doubt crossing fear,

we steal

what can’t be bought

Reflecting false images

by our hand

chasing

—what can’t be caught

 

(Radnor Pennsylvania: March, 2021)