Common flowers do not know,
now, which direction to flow when
brittle leaves decide they are done.
Symptoms of the season; shame
rolls its eyes again late in October.
Chilled winds push life away along
with cautiously expected rains.
Disorder begins all the same as
last year and before. Again. The pain.
What happens next with all the rest?
Bottled up emotions will only heal
under winter’s weight or cruelly
become forgotten. Like flowers.
10/26/2023 j.g.l.
When things don’t work as they are supposed to, as you count on them to function, as we go about our daily tasks, we become frustrated.
So little is truly reliable: technology, or temperament.
When we don’t work, as we are expected (or expect ourselves) to function with our usual reliance (or resilience), the frustration increases.
Expectations unfulfilled.
Machine or man, we expect a certain regularity to maintain the order of our life. It is what we have become accustomed to: reliability.
Dependability. Trustworthiness. It is a responsibility to ourselves, if nothing else. What can we do when we trust less and doubt more?
Some questions cannot be answered when the response is not what is required. And still, we are expected to function today or any day.
10/23/2023 j.g.l.
Making a decision is often difficult.
Living with those decisions is
often difficult as well.
10/22/2023 j.g.l.
Mysterious night surrenders
to gentle morning, a shade later
that it has in the recent past.
What was it yesterday
that tomorrow promised
today?
Wasn’t it a better day?
Didn’t I need to hear it then?
Even now I question.
Early now. Collateral damage of
misspent time and yesterday’s ways
still echo, and will
in the days ahead.
What will reveal itself as full
sunlight beckons?
Certainly today there will be
more questions, with answers
arriving later than tomorrow.
10/20/2023 j.g.l.
Emotionally downtrodden, I wake and wonder why I don’t feel like giving the day a try.
Mondays don’t usually feel like this, for me anyway. I’m up early most days, but today I’m moving slower.
I feel it.
It took a while to get out of bed, and even now I’m wondering why. More so, I wonder what is worth getting up for. These are difficult times.
I have too many thoughts, and many are not good.
Yes, I’ve got many good things to do, but can’t seem to wrap my head around what must be done.
Maybe coffee will help . . . and breakfast.
It’s a thought.
If breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so too shouldn’t be your first thoughts.
10/16/2023 j.g.l.