My Prose Will Flow (+2)

I go to the gym most every day,

my fountain pen in hand

 

My curls and dips move line to line,

I press as words expand

 

My repetition sorely felt,

more weight I need command

 

And through these veins my prose will flow,

—verse flexing on demand

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

 

 

One Verse

 

Oh, to have one thing to start the day,

a smile to greet the sun

 

Oh, to have toys as a child at play,

a field to chase and run

 

Oh, to have someone to love me true,

my faults on full display

 

Oh, to bow righteous before the Lord,

—with one verse left to pray

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

 

 

 

 

Without—Within

 

Traveling beyond your borders,

freedom scents the trail

 

Traveling beyond your borders,

destiny in the mail

 

Traveling beyond your borders,

   memory in the wind

 

Traveling beyond your borders,

—without becomes within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)