"forespoken" poems
Bleeding heart, blinding sun,
Fleeting art, mind undone.
Internal prattle, cumbersome,
Eternal battles to overcome.
Shaky hands presumed a tale,
Of forsaken plans foredoomed to fail.
Reverberating, uncertain shouts,
Illuminating those hurtful doubts.
A soul misplaced, fragile, fraught,
A goal once chased with agile thought.
Pursued the picture to yield the prize,
Who knew the scripture was filled with lies?
Kept the scars to quell his worth,
Leapt to stars and fell to earth.
Conflated pride and forespoken schemes
Became fate denied with broken dreams.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
Who speaks to you sincerely,
who calls your name out loud
Who plates your image clearly,
and picks you from the crowd
Who tends your words forespoken,
as you wander near and far
Who waits for you rewoken,
—just beyond the nearest star
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC