Remembrance.
As it is, not
as we wish it to be.
You have days
to think back on,
and you do…
05/25/2023 j.g.l.
always with the questions
Is what you do enough?
For who?
For you?
Self-doubt?
Self-love?
Self-centered?
Is it selfish to think mainly
of what I need to do for me,
myself, and I?
Why?
When will I find resolve to
my never-ending queries?
Will it be enough?
Do you still doubt?
Do you struggle with answers,
as much as the questions?
Can you decide?
Are you trying?
Is that enough?
05/23/2023 j.g.l.
cloud songs
Library of memories;
pages and paragraphs full of history
and biography, essay or adventure.
Which story should I tell?
Is it one you would well know or
a tale I still have no ending for?
05/16/2023 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.
cloud songs
Posted on August 7, 2015 by j.g.lewis
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Thoughts, like clouds,
vary in size, tone and velocity.
Immediate,
like a mood. Some float by,
unchallenged,
unchanged.
Others, once forgotten,
surface later,
unannounced, on
a scrap of paper or memory.
The ones that sit in my head
like a melody, you know the type,
continue and clamor and cry
to get out.
You may not always like them,
but they resonate
again and again. Every day.
These thoughts become
a part of something bigger,
at times.
Other times
they are strong enough
to stand alone.
On their own, I try not
to give them much thought, I
allow them to flow. Free
as they are.
Raw, as they come,
when they come,
or become undone,
cloud songs appear.
j.g.l.
