What gets left behind
with our unmade minds
forever rushing?
What do we leave behind
if we did not take the
the time to notice?
What is no longer mine
because neither you nor I
could take our time?
12/02/2024 j.g.l.
look around
Be thankful
for what you have, for
what you have to let go of,
and for those who are still
with you. Gratitude comes
in many forms. Look around.
Be thankful.
j.g.l.
cloud songs
It is only silence and only
for now, a minute or three
but who is counting?
Enough, for now.
Slight Repose, a little grace,
enough until you have
found your place. Might be
morning, or the end of the day,
yet it is time to yourself anyway.
For now.
11/29/2024 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.
As We Must
Posted on May 28, 2019 by j.g.lewis
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Another week,
more chances, some
disappointments.
Each day
fragile, forgiving,
soon to be forgotten.
We breathe, as we must,
seek answers and reprieve,
before the sun sets.
We sleep,
more dreams, some
nights more than others.
We breathe, as we do,
wake up to excuses
or opportunity.
We wouldn’t have it
any other way.
05/28/2019 j.g.l.
