Morning observations rarely register
as we wake and wander our way
through infant hours.
It takes a moment for
the mind to come alive while
the gravity of the day settles in.
We fail to notice little things,
considerably more substantial days ago,
perhaps once meaningful or spiritual,
now displaced as the second hand
of the wristwatch sweeps onward.
Afford yourself opportunity
to be distracted by butterflies, soon
a scent of lilacs, freesia, even the taste of
spring rain or requisite morning coffee.
In days so rent with common
occurrences, look beyond
what is there.
04/02/2024 j.g.l.
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Posted on March 21, 2019 by j.g.lewis
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Memory
or malfunction?
Incidents of that day
stain the threshold of any
further relationship.
How can you hold the power
through all these years
even in absentia?
Sins of omission
won’t go away
by pretending it didn’t happen.
Remind me again
soon, even now,
what it meant
then. When did
it stop?
j.g.l.
World Poetry Day 2019