without thought

04/26/2026

Observations, realizations,
immediate reaction to all senses.

To absorb it all is to uncover
what is within, without thought.

It makes its way from mind to page.
It recites itself without asking.

Life lives in the meter and rhythm,
naturally, if it is taken in. Poetry.

without thought

Observations, realizations,
immediate reaction to all senses.

To absorb it all is to uncover
what is within, without thought.

It makes its way from mind to page.
It recites itself without asking.

Life lives in the meter and rhythm,
naturally, if it is taken in. Poetry.

5:23 a.m.


Often early, I arrive.
Morning provides the time it takes
for my mind to come alive.
Coffee helps. 

Here I will write. Or try.
Depending on the day, and what I
have to say; my journal holds poetry,
incomplete thoughts.

At times I could use a muse. Company
I would not refuse, a smiling face or 
another point of view. Mostly it depends
on circumstance.

The chairs now empty, there is space 
for thought or conversation. Would 
you care to join me to see what that
could be?

April is Poetry Month

enough


Teased, we were, with a few days 
of warmth, optimism, enough to melt away 
most of winter’s remains.

But then today, with plans in place, 
more unexpected snow or freezing rain.
Will Spring not ever arrive?

We need a break; we require the sun. 
We count on the seasons, yet we are shunned.
Again. Enough is enough

So, I will hang up my packsack, much to 
my dismay, and again leave my adventures for 
another day.


j.g.l.