open space

Unsure of the destination,
only the future is ahead.
The past is not where
you left it.

Where are you coming from?
It’s difficult moving forward
without the occasional
look back.

j.g.l.

It’s May,
just like that.
What happened?
It was only April
yesterday, and those
30 days seemed to
drift away, as they do.
As they did.
Gone. Just like that.
And then today,
it’s May.

05/01/2020                                 j.g.l.                              

dead pencils
still leave a mark
salvaged from the litter bin
gave most of their everything
         from within
now surrounded
                    by cigarette butts
salad oil      tuna tins     phone
messages   hydro bills   coffee
grinds                    orange peel
rotting spinach              or kale
     broken
shoelaces             leftover pain
                               a sad refrain
    still saving a few scant lines
                               of sentiment
for a man
and a night
and a poem

                               for a shadow

j.g.l.
04/30/2015

APRIL is POETRY MONTH

always leave a mark

APRIL is POETRY MONTH

  Full Moon,
         fingernail Moon;
             no Moon at all.
       New Moon silent,
   its powers obscured, but
         the aura can be felt.
       Of course it inspires.
  It always does.

j.g.l.
06/06/2019