A Whisper Then To Shout (+2)

Is there an image in your imagery,

a still behind the flask

 

A spell within the potion,

an answer, question asked

 

A beginning in your ending line,

a peace that’s worth the bout

 

A phrase that makes all history shake,

—a whisper then to shout

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

Life Below

 

Not free, not wise, not kind, not loved,

and tethered to the past

 

Unwilling to admit the truth,

he met his match at last

 

His Muse had warned time and again,

a reckoning was near

 

His eyes to close, his voice to mute,

beyond his greatest fear

 

Unsung, unwanted, lost, alone,

his nights became his days

 

His introduction to regret,

the price all sinners pay

 

If just one chance to then go back,

and take that other road

 

The dark would pass, the light return,

and end his life below

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

Only For Itself

 

There are many voices,

 —but the truth speaks only for itself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)