Shiny objects
capture
our attention.
We look past
all we do not
wish to see.
Our vision, as myopic
as it seems, has
a purpose.
05/09/2024 j.g.l.
Attempts each day, trials and exercises
daunting many times, we persevere.
We know what we want to do, yet
are still figuring it all out.
Failure is not a deterrent but a lesson.
Unceasingly we contemplate how it
could be better, or more complete.
“Satisfactory” will not offer satisfaction.
05/07/2024 j.g.l.
As if this prose would disappear
like acid rain, last week’s paycheque,
or the Ford Pinto.
I will undoubtedly forget or move on
to a new concern, overlooking recurring
supermarket mass shootings, a fentanyl
crisis, or cautionary tales as society
remains as calm as it is corrupt.
We seem to reliably take advice from
televangelists with Brylcreem-slick
schemes or deleterious demagogues,
while ignoring the poet
who speaks ostensibly
not of spring,
but of the dread instead.
The patina of the words dull in
perpetuity and still they attempt to
sum up happenstance emotions
caught within disarming actualities.
They, poets or society itself, cannot
know any better when speaking
of so much worse.
04/30/2024 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
it happens every year