It is often history that clouds our judgment, and even prevents us from seeing the true and right path we must take going forward.
The steps we have already made, even those unplanned, play a meaningful role in the direction we have chosen. But, they do not always have to chart the course of future progress.
Progress, yes, it is what we must do, even unknowingly.
02/05/2023 j.g.l.
The coldest morning of the winter
reminds you what is truly important:
– a warm parka
– garbage mitts
– a positive attitude
– good coffee
Spring is coming.
So is the weekend.
02/03/2023 j.g.l.
Our dreams, scattered
amidst our memory, last night
or the one before.
The dream, the day
inconsequential as
the music that plays
in the coffee shop.
It is all noise
cluttering the silence
we think we want to hear.
02/02/2023 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.
Crisp white shirt and a coffee stain,
to my chagrin, or much disdain.
I tried not to dribble, but I did.
Again. The sun shines brightly, on
a beautiful day, and I now carry
a souvenir to remind me of
my errant ways. I tried to slow down,
attempted to change, and now must
move about wearing the residue of
my mistake. Mishaps, careless errors,
or unforeseen disruptions, don’t we all
carry around with us a shadow of
what was. Not always is it this obvious,
rarely this Instant, the stains of the past
remain, as do the costs. Only some of it
will come out in the wash.
One reply on “The Stain Remains”
Exquisite and telling of slight to the malingering; to the unfolding shadows and the essences of what our ‘mistakes’ keep teaching us. Thank you.