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.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on July 13, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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Where will today take you?
Will you follow obligations,
or blindly step into the day?
Will you move with purpose
or simply walk away?
What’s holding you back?
What is ahead?
What do you fear?
It takes a bit of strength to
open a new door. It takes a lot
of courage to walk through it.
The unknown is, in fact, an
entrance to so many adventures
Will you continue walking?
07/13/2020 j.g.l.
