The Water Now Ice (+1)

Am I a spinner of Poetry,

or a weaver of Prose

 

A seeker of truth,

or a deceiver of both

 

Is the verse now in conflict,

with the twice written line

 

Do the feelings transfer,

is their likeness in kind

 

Do I always remember,

which prayer I must pray

 

Does the magic get lost,

when the wheat’s in the hay

 

Am I able to say once,

what I need to say twice

 

To explain what I’m feeling,

—is the water now ice

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

Fresh Promise

 

Blue skies glisten,

the morning sun kisses

 

The Robin, announcing

the day

 

The sweetness of spring,

to all lovers it brings

 

Renewed wishes,

—the fresh promise of May

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)