What remains to be seen, outside the letters, punctuation (or lack thereof), and emotion that spills out onto the page, is a reality to be experienced.
   The colours are there — even in a black and white medium of pencil or ink — should you choose to allow yourself to be swayed by another human’s representation of what life was like in the time it was written.
   In past or present tense, it makes up for common sense. Poetry is like life itself.
   Poetry keeps us alive and wondering, whether we know it or not.

April is Poetry Month
Feel it. See it. Live it.

03/31/2024                                                                                       j.g.l.