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.
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Posted on September 1, 2017 by j.g.lewis
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The moon should
take up less space
so the sun
is allowed to create
evening shadows
a little longer.
We need more
time.
Heat. Substance.
Is summer ever
what it is
meant to be?
How can we
not want more?
Time.
Light. Colour.
Warmth.
We need more.
What?
September?
Already?
09/01/2017 j.g.l.
