Days, weeks, then months
and years drift by.
Not always noticeable, or even
memorable, the time behind us
simply accumulates. All in all,
the sum of its parts leads to
a life well-lived, if you take
a moment to notice.
09/10/2024 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
It’s not about height
or breadth, or depth.
It is all about perspective.
What limits you?
How far can you see?
To what end do you
appreciate what is in front of you?
Looking back is hindsight
and you have already been there.
Change your point of view.
Look up.
Don’t overlook opportunities.
What are your limits?
09/09/2024 j.g.l.
within
Secrets are rarely as heavy as
the weight we assign to them.
The gravity of circumspect
plays out, time and again. It is
what we carry as we decide
what crosses, or is held within,
our moral divide.
Sit with it for a while, moved
only when memory comes into
play; last night, or the other, or
any other day.
09/05/2024 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.
gr@ffiti
Posted on December 22, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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No one is talking
‘within the sound of silence’.
Walking each street, waking
in my bed. Undisturbed.
We attempt to balance mood
or mindset within all we have
known; silence or its sound,
easily owned. Where are you?
Where have we been?
Where now? I can’t hear as we
stumble through this darkness?
What else do you see? Are we
drawn to light as often as need
be, or shield ourselves within
the sound of silence?
Only the lyrics speak to me.
Hello darkness.
12/22/2020 j.g.l.
Graffiti,
now, like poetry, it means
what you want it to mean.
You might not notice.
