The Circle Still Unbroken

Never sure of what I started,

I wrote my final words

 

And found a stream to fill the well,

with verses left unheard

 

My last line most important,

leading back toward the first

 

The circle still unbroken,

—and all doubt now quenched of thirst

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

Epiphanous Light

 

Poetry travels

where Prose cannot go

 

To sleep with the stars,

by heaven aglow

 

Each new verse a planet,

orbiting round…

 

An Epiphanous light,

—burning profound

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

The Reckoning

 

The vision intrudes,

stealing ink from my pen

 

A thief in the night,

—leaving words that portend

 

A warning’s been given,

its mantle thrown down

 

But truth will speak over,

—what darkness avows

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)