Flowing Through (+4)

Does your writing leave room

for intrusion

 

With spaces for listeners

to crawl in

 

Are your words like a sponge

that the reader can drain

 

Your verses to flow through

them again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

 

 

All Eternity Unknown

 

Did you try to take it with you,

did you really think you could

 

Did your journey end abruptly,

as you never thought it would

 

Are those things that you acquired,

much of comfort to you now

 

Are those dreams left uninspired,

parked on someone else’s cloud

 

Did you once just say “I’m sorry,”

for those things you didn’t do

 

Do you weep in fearful moments,

for those things you wish you knew

 

Was your lack of all contrition,

what’s now written on your stone

 

Is your map unmarked and barren,

—all eternity unknown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

No Candy This Year

 

The eggs had been colored,

all scattered about

 

The baskets were hidden,

the children now shout…

 

“Was he here mom, was he here?”

they yell from upstairs

 

“Come down and find out,”

she says—nary a care

 

Their little feet rush down,

taking two steps at once

 

Wide eyes dart all over,

playing their hunch

 

Living and dining rooms

they tear with a fever

 

No corner is safe,

from the incursion of either

 

“I found it, I found it,"

the bigger one said

 

The smaller one saddened,

their heart filled with dread

 

“The Bunny forgot,

there's no candy this year”

 

From across the big room,

the first start of a tear

 

“The Bunny never forgets,”

their mother cried out

 

"You have to look harder,

both inside and out”

 

And as the front door was opened,

the little one chimed...

 

“Mom, he didn’t forget,

—it was here all the time”

 

 (To My Grandchildren: Easter 2017)

 

 

 

My Heart Not To Bleed

 

Gripping the meteor,

  both hands for dear life

 

Expelling, compelling,

less heat and more light

 

Afraid to let go,

knowing what it will mean

 

My pen to go dry,

—my heart not to bleed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

 

Swan Song

 

Apollo now guards

my Prose and my Verse

 

His Swan sings at last,

—the Raven in search

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)