Disowned (+2)

Like leaves in the wind,

words scatter about

 

From the woods and high grass,

they call and they shout

 

“Come find us, come free us,

we’re out here alone

 

“The Muse has deserted,

—and left us disowned”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

My Soul Electric

 

Each Poem wrought,

another day of

freedom bought

 

Each verse proclaimed,

one more glorious

night renamed

 

Each line unleashed,

new light is shown

old shadows hide

 

Each truth I speak,

my soul electric,

—words alive

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

Big Picture Tease

 

Bogged down in the details,

truth is undone

 

Swimming through the corn flakes,

milk overruns

 

Looking at the forest,

seeing just trees

 

Pieces micromanaged,

—big picture tease

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)