But a glimpse
over your shoulder, behind
the shadow, above the rim
of smudged eyeglasses, not
taking time for clear sight
of the future.
Right there.
Will you forgive yourself for
not acknowledging another
human being just trying to
make it through the day?
We all struggle.
04/14/2023 j.g.l.
Another day of
mainly the same, unfulfilled
promises, unrealized shame.
On and on
an unpredictable game.
Unwritten rules,
ill-gotten gains.
04/13/2023 j.g.l.
Poetry in the present dictates
internal presence, deep regard
for a past only accounted for
line by line.
Words blur into one cohesive
attempt to detail or describe
lovers, past and present, and
even those who were not as
kind or considerate.
Emotions realized, only at
the time, replicated in a
straightforward voice.
Moments are accounted for
word by word. Poetry exists.
Our lives become stanzas
documenting only what
we remember.
04/10/2023 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
past and present
What remains on the page
leaves space for constant
interpretation; considerable
introspection. Original
thought and emotion comes
from a discipline requiring
more consideration and
less time. Think about it.
Could poetry be therapy?
04/09/2023 j.g.l.
