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.
greater odds
Posted on April 5, 2024 by j.g.lewis
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Nothing to show, no remorse;
a game I play, I’ll stay the course.
Lottery ticket provides little luck,
a pattern in which I am always stuck.
A buck or two will fund grand dreams
bigger than my wallet, or so it seems.
Life-altering prize I have yet to win,
I feel the greed, the shame and sin.
Incomprehensible odds even greater
than a multi-million-dollar jackpot.
Hope is cheap, at least today. I will
purchase another ticket and play again.
04/04/2024 j.g.l.