Last Moment To Burn (+2)

Blistering thunder

Cracking asunder

Craters form

High ground being torn

Its ledges are sharp

Concealed in the dark

The rain blows in gales

 —ancient prophecy hails

 

Blistering thunder

Fate pulls you under

Vows you made

Point straight to your grave

Death’s legions await

You fall through its gate

Your last moment burned

 —no more chances to learn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 

 

Far Better

(Blues Poem #18)

 

It’s better to let her…

 keep those fancy shoes and bags

 if she comes to bed each night

 

It’s better to let her…

  have the house worn and ragged

  if the trim stays fresh and light

 

It’s better to let her…

 whine and constantly bemoan

 if she smells like summer rain

 

It’s better to let her…

 cash the checks you bring home

   —if she’ll whisper those words again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 

 

 

My Heart To Wander

 

I dreamed far into the distance

 and found an ocean beyond the sand

 

With no beach around its borders

 no surge upon the land

 

Its depths flow on forever

 no beginning and no end

 

Before its waves my heart to wander

 —within its tide my soul to mend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)