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.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
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?
© 2026 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
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.
j.g.l.
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
