little things all add up
takeaway coffee
then another cup
later in the day when
you finally find time
between
obligations and imperatives
always there
drop in the bucket
give and take
back and forth
here and where
the cost of living
truth or dare
04/12/2024 j.g.l.
The spectre itself invades the mind,
an illusion of sorts, within time
finding place on the page.
Wonders never cease, not in
the unrelenting rhythm or melody
in a surge of words.
As if there is always a place
for dialogue or description
which beckons a state of grace.
Unsupported, at times, by
ulterior motives or unfulfilled
intentions from days or years
gone by, the presence of a mind
undeterred or oblivious to the
surrounding space.
And if allowed, a personal choice,
you will surface, undefeated,
above the noise.
04/07/2021 j.g.l.
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.
It is a thought, and it is my first today,
of possibilities that were not probable.
When did expressing your beliefs
become so fraught?
Will tensions subside considering
random solutions to potential puzzles
at a point where there appears to be
little or nothing to show for a life
overshadowed by common temptations,
an uncommon incompetence, carefree
curiosity, occasionally irrational impulses
on a rational, even logical, path.
Satisfaction: you only know it
when it finds you. It is illusive, only
because what you believe you want
is not always there.
04/02/2024 j.g.l.
