Month: April 2021
After rain, or tears, have extinguished
flames of many candles, diminished now
to stiff wax puddles from last night or
the one before that.
Flowers wilted on the street, solemn vigil
is over, but anger remains. Community grief
is necessary. People hurt together, even
heal together. When allowed.
Until next night, or the one after that. Another
mass shooting, traffic stop or another situation
where race meets hate. Another protest over
another death. Never changes.
Again and again, lives once lived, stories told,
never-ending headlines. Grief forever knows
no boundaries. Another night, another life
gone. Hate makes waste.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
Posted on April 13, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Nasty gossip
all told.
Damaging, unwarranted;
a fictitious account of an
exaggerated tale.
Vicious lies.
Who knows the message?
All that was said
all that you heard
from a friend of a friend.
I can only tell
how it feels
My
irreparable reputation,
the damage is done,
believe it or not.
04/13/2021 j.g.l.
Graffiti,
now, like poetry,
it means what
you want it to mean.
You might not notice.
Days keep moving forward
and still we patiently wait
for another shoe to drop, the
morning alarm, correct words
or proper moment, courtesy
or a cure (at least a sign); we
want to feel safe from harm
or harassment, having already
tasted too much.
We wait for the courage,
attitudes to change, still sensing
delay or simply finding it strange
(and it may ever have been).
We don’t catch a break, can’t get
past the dire situation we were
sure we could easily outlast.
Waiting it out,
we cannot find the time, we
waited too long, yet continue
waiting for minutes to pass.
Waiting for when we will not
have to temper or examine
our response, knowing or
expecting something else is
coming. When will we get there?
Why does it take so long?
Time waits for no one.
We all wait for time.
04/12/2021 j.g.l.