Tuesday Musing

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Those Few

Everyone
is born unique
But many die
as clones

Lost of promise
Grace endowed
With joy bereft
a drone

Everyone
His image shared
Till falling
from the Light

Beatific
Vision lost
Alone
— to face the night

(The First Book Of Prayers: February, 2026)


From The Maelstrom

We are
separate
We are
distant
We are
many
— we are one

From the
cities
From the
country
From the
maelstrom
— we become

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)



So Close And Yet ...

Feasting on the
lettered law
Abandoning
its spirit

Crippled by
the sanctioned rules
Afar
— when we’re so near it

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)


In The Offing

Poetry
is the weight training
of writers
Building new couplets
each musing
reweighted
Lactic
endowment
new pain in old phrasings
Success
in the offing
— as writing expands

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)