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
Confidence. Often, sadly, is not
readily available.
Doubt has its way. Can you do
all you think you can?
What holds you back from
completing a plan?
Questions arise, no answers
in sight. How will you step ahead
through the fear and the fright,
insecurity and dread.
There is always something
untoward in your attempts
at moving forward.
Often it is the way.
Confidence, or lack thereof,
on this or any day.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
Is the sky the limit?
Distance only knows, the time
it takes from here to where.
Migratory patterns obvious
in the sounds of Spring.
Renewal and revitalization as familiar
up above as here on Earth.
We know our place
when we arrive. Obvious patterns,
our familiar ways, we settle into
the consolation and inspiration
of our longer warmer days.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month