Speaking less than
we listen, talking
only to fill
silence,
we misinterpret
misunderstandings.
Never saying
what we mean,
meaning less and
less and less
until
we no longer
understand. Nor
do we try.
01/30/2018 j.g.l.
you must first
come daylight
wipe fingerprints
from your lens
leftover pain
from yesterday
or darker nights
when you
had to know
what time it was
your vision
will be clearer
today
© 2021 j.g. lewis
I set the wristwatch each morning.
I notice
time calculates the depth of distraction.
An adjustment,
simply a few minutes.
In the digital realm consistency is provided.
Analogue time needs to be acknowledged.
A favourite watch keeps track of the nostalgia.
It is not always accurate,
but true.
© 2023 j.g. lewis
Above us
open spaces.
Limitations
still.
Voices carry
so far
you wonder.
Imagination,
not always truthful,
not always clear.
Desire for something greater.
Unchecked expectations,
how can you know
where
you are?
Shadows simply
shade the past.
What illuminates your future?
Little by little
infinite increments
of
your self,
of
your soul
swallowed up in darkness,
awaiting broad daylight.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
