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Writing the words I welcome the day Writing the words with new things to say Writing the words my heart like a sponge Writing the words all silence expunged Every new sound alive in the air Every new phrase unspoken to share Every last vowel irreverent of time Every last breath gives voice to the mime Pen in my hand the journey begins Pen in my hand through virtue and sin Pen in my hand the Muses surround Pen in my hand their voices expound Dreams of my father dreams of my son Dreams hold me captive dreams rebegun Dreams in the mirror dreams that relay Dreams bringing freedom dreams — dare I pray *** Narrative Musings Poetry can’t scare me But then there’s the prose Freewheeling unstructured I’m lost in its throes The words in my capture As verse I sustain But narrative musings I fight — to proclaim *** In The Instant Always the next poem always the next verse That already written retreats to disperse What comes as a presence stays fresh to surmise And freed in this instant each word — more alive (The New Room: May, 2026)
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7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 10:37 AM UTC
Dreams
Writing the words I welcome the day Writing the words with new things to say Writing the words my heart like a sponge Writing the words all silence expunged Every new sound alive in the air Every new phrase unspoken to share Every last vowel irreverent of time Every last breath gives voice to the mime Pen in my hand the journey begins Pen in my hand through virtue and sin Pen in my hand the Muses surround Pen in my hand their voices expound Dreams of my father dreams of my son Dreams hold me captive dreams rebegun Dreams in the mirror dreams that relay Dreams bringing freedom dreams — dare I pray *** Narrative Musings Poetry can’t scare me But then there’s the prose Freewheeling unstructured I’m lost in its throes The words in my capture As verse I sustain But narrative musings I fight — to proclaim *** In The Instant Always the next poem always the next verse That already written retreats to disperse What comes as a presence stays fresh to surmise And freed in this instant each word — more alive (The New Room: May, 2026)
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7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 10:37 AM UTC
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