Poetry in the present dictates
internal presence, deep regard
for a past only accounted for
line by line.
   Words blur into one cohesive
attempt to detail or describe
lovers, past and present, and
even those who were not as
kind or considerate.
   Emotions realized, only at
the time, replicated in a
straightforward voice.
   Moments are accounted for
word by word. Poetry exists.
   Our lives become stanzas
documenting only what
we remember.

04/10/2023                                                                                      j.g.l.

April is Poetry Month

past and present