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 April 26, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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I can only know what has happened
after it has happened, and only with
my limited experience in the
aftermath. History.
It changes daily. I may simply
see the shadows.
Ever notice how facts are formed
over time, through the day, without
advance notice? What can we expect?
Some Mondays are only Mondays,
other days will have to wait, at least
until this day is done.
The sun has risen as it has, as it
does, though differently today.
Time, more or less, passes.
Daylight will lessen, softly,
later in the day. A little longer than
yesterday or Saturday, in fact.
Change is welcome. Usually.
Bring on the night. Then
another day. Tomorrow I will surely
see today differently, in hindsight;
facts and all.
04/26/2021 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
all poetry all the time
right here
2 replies on “Mondays are just young Fridays”
So was it purposeful that you dated the poem the 36th of April so that, perhaps, you could catch history happening?
mistakes happen.
I am here, whatever the day, flaws and all…
and my history has been changed, just like that,
right back to the now. Thanks for catching that.