Now?
How can I keep this now as Now?
Past and Future take a bow,
Then crunch each Now like sweet candy.
New Nows are fast, some quite dandy.
How can I keep this now as Now?
What is the future anyhow?
The past was never meant to last.
But how does now fly past so fast?
If Wishes Were Poems
I wish I were an avid free verser:
Not paper nor pen, but screen and cursor;
No need for archaic rhythm or rhyme
I’d certainly be a man of my time
And licensed to write with my MFA
Poetry would be whatever I say.
O, I’d never hark to some Muse’s call . . .
What?!? Maybe that life’s not for me at all.
Stephen DiLauro is a wandering bard. You can read his monthly In the Bohemian Continuum column, in print and digitally, in the downtown Manhattan newspaper The Village Star-Revue. Readings of his poems can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/@internetbardtv
