Sadly, our voice
is not always
strong, or not always
there ,when it
is needed.
It is hard to know
what to say, or
how to say it,
so often we
remain silent.
Silence stops the
process of
communication,
but it does not
stop the thoughts.
08/09/2022 j.g.l.
A sign I’ve been glancing at, daily, since I noticed it a week back at a regular coffee stop where I try to begin my day with a dark roast cup of bravery.
I try to take the time, every morning, to scribble out my current considerations, deliberations, and contemplations on images and memories that have come to me in my dreams and in reality.
If your first meal of the day is the most important, shouldn’t your first thoughts be as well?
Take time to write them down. It’s important. What you are thinking affects how you continue to navigate your self through the coming hours or weeks.
“The bravest thing you can be is yourself.”
How much courage is required to make it through the remainder of the day? Is a single cup of coffee enough to provide the fortitude required to step further into the day?
It’s a good start.
08/08/2022 j.g.l.
Often we find promise
in the unexpected, only to be
disappointed by the reality
that presents itself.
Tomorrow lacks the
certainty of yesterday,
but leaves enough room
for hope.
What will this day provide?
08/05/2022 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.
When does a wave become a wave and when
is it only water When does a thought
become an idea or when is it simply fodder for creations and goals
is it only a dream when is what is
just as it seems
If you know what you know and still can’t see through
do you wait and only wonder if there is more you can do
Where are the signs you have got it all wrong
if you think through the process and it seems too far gone
Who can decide if you can’t see your self
What can you say when there is no one to tell
Does blood in the vein know you exist
will the heart continue beating beyond the eclipse Can August as
we know it ever spill into June
and how can forever feel like it is soon
How could we tell through the sun-drenched illusions
Why would I stop you
from jumping
to conclusions
When does a breath become a sharp gasp and how
will you know if it will be your last
So little is written and so much is said
you can’t pull it together nor find a thread of truth
beyond passion a sole purpose you know
How can you be sure when you say it is so
Do you take words at face value can you
know what they mean
you speak them so often just like it seems
science keeps trying to convince us the sun will get hotter
Will it bring us more waves or
bring us
more water
?
© 2016 j.g. lewis
One reply on “Just Like It Seems”
This is my brain… every morning at 3am. What a beautiful piece this is.