What Am I Missing?

If a notational ear Or observant eye Can pull from the landscape Into Memory than my Experience my be more enlightening…

What is your approach? Coleridge's observational reproach? Or Wordsworth's walking as he wrote? Which will glean and which will gloss? Who will find meaning? What will be lost?

I find myself quite often At a loss for themes, my memory softened If I take too long from my observations The meter fades and the propositions Wash away and become forgotten.

Yet if in the moment I focus too much On this art I offer and the places I touch Do I leave too little of this world explored? And proffer false narratives for you to adore? Not the depths of this moment I'm here to explore…