Month: April 2021
A hypothesis; a feeling more
than a calendar’s date, a reason
greater than a season. Unlike
days, more difficult to count. A
factually questionable equation
defined by our Sun’s trajectory,
velocity and implied incline of
this ever-evolving earth, with an
unspoken oath to genteel climes.
Spring hopes eternal.
Mathematically speaking it
cannot be calculated; accounting
for the months. Springtime arrives
when it feels like it, shifts daily,
as with the weather, whether
you are prepared. Or not.
Was it Sunday or Saturday’s
heat with soft subtle humidity?
Unexpected as it is prophesied.
Indefinite. So like an emotion or
scent of a sight. Look quickly.
I felt it, as you would have
had you been there. Were you?
A question of the season.
04/27/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on April 26, 2021 by j.g.lewis // 2 CommentsI can only know what has happened
after it has happened, and only with
my limited experience in the
aftermath. History.
It changes daily. I may simply
see the shadows.
Ever notice how facts are formed
over time, through the day, without
advance notice? What can we expect?
Some Mondays are only Mondays,
other days will have to wait, at least
until this day is done.
The sun has risen as it has, as it
does, though differently today.
Time, more or less, passes.
Daylight will lessen, softly,
later in the day. A little longer than
yesterday or Saturday, in fact.
Change is welcome. Usually.
Bring on the night. Then
another day. Tomorrow I will surely
see today differently, in hindsight;
facts and all.
04/26/2021 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
all poetry all the time
right here
Analogues
to the current situation, in
dialogue a representation
of lifestyle, events, culture,
or generation. Poetry.
Recipes of all we have
constructed up until a
certain point of time.
Then left
to be remembered.
Or reconsidered.
04/25/2021 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
take a poem to lunch