Counting Down

Counting Down Death awaits thy coming Life to its transit befalls Hearts beat a countdown cadence As feelings — malinger and stall ******** Littering The Silence There’s nothing you’ve written that I want to read Your words like your thoughts with pander mislead Intent and delivery are far from the same As you litter the silence to forever — profane ********** Straddling Wide The rogue the artist and gentleman belong to no one class They straddle wide the great divides to dwell — within the mass *********** Defiance Reviewers of art depressing at best Blue ribbon or panned a vacuous quest What’s written or painted sculpted or sung Stands in defiance of the dilettante’s — tongue ******** Tempting What’s Hidden The writer more focused on knowing than judging Each minute confirming it’s so The artist too busy creation on fire To stop and critique what is known This moment to value more than diamonds or gold Its gift but the present on loan To tempt what’s still hidden to come out of the dark And shower with greatness — what’s shown (The New Room: July, 2026)