Ever the darkness, every night or
early morn, a moment for chance,
the time to begin.
Still, we wait.
Incessantly.
We do it again and again, enough
or a lot or as much as we can
if we care to admit it.
Why?
Can’t a shade of mystery simply
take hold, whether we like it
or not?
Must we always seek familiarity?
10/21/2024 j.g.l.
The Moon hangs low,
yet the Sun still rises.
Each day
we have another chance
to shine a little brighter.
Rise up.
Be radiant.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Today might not be what it is
without yesterday being all
that it was.
In a succession of events,
unplanned or programmed,
rarely do we consider
what has happened,
as it happens.
Sometimes we speak less
about things that matter
as we think we have
more time, as such.
Oftentimes
we do not speak of
things we should
as they are happening,
in the time that remains.
In the time we are given,
the present persists.
10/15/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
We all want more from each day
than the one before. Not
out of greed, but more of need
to keep us moving forward.
More sunshine, and more moonlight,
evermore falling stars, more
listening, more understanding,
more letters from afar.
Soft glances, smiles and laughter,
more silence than before;
not the quiet that haunts you,
it’s restful and its more.
More opportunities to do the things
you don’t do now, as much.
More inspiration and motivation,
and more excuses not to rush.
A more mindful attempt at moderation,
a more conscious effort at rejuvenation.
All about self-realization, more
confidence now and not alienation.
More self-respect and self-reliance,
more tolerance of your ways;
remind yourself of all your worth
and do it every day.
A little more faith in what you can do,
as much as anything else, more
patience with those around you,
and especially with your self.
More pencils, fewer erasers, make
new lessons of your mistakes. Reward
yourself with what brings you joy
or slice of chocolate cake.
More care, but far less caution,
better judgment along the way,
try to be a better person, try
to make someone else’s day.
More time, more days, more getaways
with those you’ve come to love.
More seconds, minutes and hours
for all of the above.
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.