The Waiting Game

The back room

of creation

where much of life

is spent

 

Victim to

the waiting game

where doldrums

reinvent

 

All dressed up

and ready

with nowhere

clear to go

 

Waiting for

that flash of light

to put me

— in the know

 

*****

 

Reality Preying

 

Not killing

time

Time killing

him

The hourglass

drains

As life

grows thin

 

Slaying the

dragon

A fantasy

still

Reality

preying

On folly

— distilled

 

*****

 

 

Stepping Out

 

More than a

lifetime

Unmeasured

by years

Enlightenment

prospers

Without doubting

or fear

 

Stepping out

of the circle

And into the

light

Dimension

is truant

With reference

— contrite

 

*****

 

One Slip

 

Life

on the edge

where finality

threatens

Hope

meets disaster

both tightening

their grip

 

Never

look down

with redemption

above you

One slip

and the

promise of glory

— submits

 

*****

 

 

Darkness Retreating

 

Writing

to a standard

new standards

are drawn

Light

disinfecting

a bevy

of wrongs

 

Writing

to a standard

the truth

is upheld

Darkness

retreating

deception

— expelled

 

*****

 

To Bask In Its Presence

 

Writers

have a double edged

courtship with time

Cutting both ways

past and future

defined

 

But the moment’s

unwritten

unspoken unrhymed

To bask in its

presence

— you must live it sublime

 

(The New Room: June, 2026)