when I am on the cusp of comprehension
a new distraction makes the scene
or so it seems
to me
as if to distract the apprehension
of a true reality
is it just me
or do the true things
that we nearly learn to grasp
fall from our reach
due to our yearning
for a new thing yet to teach
Welcome
Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker
(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)
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