we cannot help but
listen
not to the clamour of everyday time
but the space between
a thought
a smile
or
a goodbye
sometimes we tell secrets
mostly
the silence gives it away
© 2019 j.g. lewis
a daily breath
-
mostly
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cloud songs
Unready to face the day.
Wet this morning, the sense of grey
overwhelms my gentle spirit.
Flurries likely, still to come,
I feel the isolation closing in.
Am I the only one to be dissuaded
by weather’s twist of fate?
Forecasts of better days ahead,
but I will have to wait.
Just like yesterday
and look at it now.04/04/2024 j.g.l.
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Mondays are just young Fridays
Am I escaping responsibilities
following this call, a truancy from
what has been expected of me?
A goal few can see, patterns
I find uncomfortably resting
within the confines of my mind.
Words arrive, from time to time,
is it without thought
or total recall?
Most days I simply cannot
keep up with it all. Progress
few and far between, somewhat
disparagingly, nevertheless I try
to sort out what I mean.
Who is to say, or know, a
satisfaction with so little to show.
Pencils mark the days, my path
and my page, or is it just
my imagination running away.04/01/2024 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
there is meaning -
to be shared
traditions
family customs
recipes passed on
one generation to the next
memories
gifts from the past
to be shared
in the present03/29/2024 j.g.l.
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cloud songs
Kismet, naturally or unexpectedly,
holds sway on this or any other day.
If we choose to notice.
If we permit ourselves to linger
a moment or three in a transitive state
between elements of darkness and bright,
morning quells emotions and
disruptive thoughts we once embraced.03/26/2024 j.g.l.
