Past That Place (+2)

If words were notes upon a score,

would the melody play beyond...

Each phrase a chord, each line a hymn,

each paragraph a song

If words could cry harmonic,
as their letters drift away

Would music take you past that place,

—your words force you to stay

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

To Rebegin

As you age and days get shorter,

do you reach out for the source

Whether family, friends, or playground,

is the pull a constant source

Is the attraction of returning,

going home then once again

The final stage in your progression,

—to refresh and rebegin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Fond Memory's Child

My body ages…

as words stay young

Gentler written,

more often sung

Fond memory’s child…

youth starts to rage

All gray outside,

blue-blonde the page

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)