The nature of our being, poetry allows
expression of obvious and, more often,
subtle thought.
Emotions felt and reflected like sunlight
on trees; the enormity of circumstance
growing like leaves.
Naturally we know, not always with care.
Our words cast a shadow; life lived here
and there.
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Soul mate isn’t the term; that
takes time, and something more
immediate is what she has in mind.
Tangible is, again, not quite it;
friendships she has built are
already that, they are just not
there, not in the way
she believes she needs. Not
right now, or right there. Not
across-the-table close, not when
she thinks she needs it most.
Another voice to remind her it’s
a good day for ice cream, or the
movie she said she’d like to see
is playing. Now. Friendly reminders
popcorn is okay without butter, or
the retrograde will be over in a
couple of weeks (Mercury is a bitch),
so if there was a good time to wait,
now might be it. She has become
good at waiting. It’s taken years
to get into this state, her heart is
in repair but there is room to wait
for a random someone to be there.
No demands, just availability,
honesty, and mutual care.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
Should we not remain
open to possibilities presented
randomly, even haphazardly,
throughout our day?
Opportunities come and become
motive for movement further
than our expectations.
Prospects: our vast and varied
intentions, in reality, transform
into eventualities.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
Within the destruction, deceit,
and sorrowful ways or beliefs,
humanity is exposed in past and
present days.
Words may fail us. Actions
beyond belief or description,
greater than brutality, hatred
and its afflictions.
The narrative and its diction.
We do not recite or write down
internal thoughts we try to avoid,
all for naught.
We search for and continue our
commentary. History. Summoning
the words is, most times, as difficult
as finding beauty in this world.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
Is there another flower more
accessible to the essence of Spring
than a tulip? Not just one, but a
simple bunch.
Buds at first, potential and yet
unknown magnificence still a
mystery held tightly within. Surely,
with time and sunshine, we will
see all they can be.
By no means aimless anticipation,
purposeful hope will arrive. Wait.
Singularly, a tulip harbors affirmation
revealed in short order.
Yes, other spring flowers – daffodils
or lilies – make an impression, but
you will not get the expression of
this season as you do when a tulip
is involved.
Tulips evolve into all we believe.
Wait. You will see.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month