April is Poetry Month
leave a little room
a daily breath
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counts for less
Confessions don’t come easy;
and admission of guilt
or pride.
Anxiety only knows
the point at which it is realized.
It is not a surprise.
It counts for less if
you will not admit it is there.
Not all of us
have the same choices. Maybe
silence is the best response.04/28/2023 j.g.l.
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Poem in Your Pocket 2023
Sense of Perspective
More than a scent of maturity,
once colourfast memories fade
as photographs of my youth
have dissipated. Sun-damaged,
no longer bold images of the
adolescence I often celebrated,
they clearly do not hold the same
sense of perspective. Time will
tarnish all you cannot protect
from reality. Even in hindsight,
we can only see what is there.
Dream-like moments, fragile
and fractured as they are, reveal
both sanctimonious subtext and
secrets open to interpretation.
Even without the clarity, vision
still has a defined purpose.
© 2023 j.g. lewisApril 27th is Poem in Your Pocket Day,
a day for celebrating poetry by selecting
a poem, keeping it close, and sharing it
with the humans you meet during the day.
Share a poem as you would share a smile,
a gesture, or kindness that comes naturally. -
something you read
Looking for the right word
to be guided through difficulties and
complexities we encounter,
as we do, as we go.Spiritual guidance. Inspiration
we know we need, we always do.Be it poem or passage of divine
intervention; stimulation, documentation,
a treasured book where we rely on
what is in front of us.Faith is only found by looking.
It comes in unexpected places.In transit, a coffee shop, or
one of those nights when you cannot
rest, when you are reminded
of something you read.Some other time, in the back of the
mind. Somewhere only you know.04/25/2023 j.g.l.
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Mondays are just young Fridays
What we narrate, curate
or choreograph
maintains its presence in
the greater expanse of
a life lived. Might we forget
the details amidst the corruption
and careless contamination
of years passed by,
or people passed over,
the quintessence of the event
still rings rather true.
We may wish to
languish over one memory
or another faithfully captured in
our psyche; much to remember,
forever is an awful long time.
We still live with
the consequences, occasionally
reminded of desperate attempts
to alter our way, tact
or approach, but little
can be changed of what
has been ingrained.
We live with it,
our restless reality lasting
much longer than we give
ourselves credit for.04/24/2023 j.g.l.
