Tuesday Musing

Those Few

Everyone

is born unique

But many die

as clones

Lost of promise

Grace endowed

With joy bereft

a drone

Everyone

His image shared

Till falling

from the Light

Beatific

Vision lost

Alone

— to face the night

(The First Book Of Prayers: February, 2026)

From The Maelstrom

We are

separate

We are

distant

We are

many

— we are one

From the

cities

From the

country

From the

maelstrom

— we become

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

So Close And Yet ...

Feasting on the

lettered law

Abandoning

its spirit

Crippled by

the sanctioned rules

Afar

— when we’re so near it

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

In The Offing

Poetry

is the weight training

of writers

Building new couplets

 each musing

reweighted 

Lactic

endowment

new pain in old phrasings

Success

in the offing

— as writing expands

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)