Ever the darkness, every night or
early morn, a moment for chance,
the time to begin.
Still, we wait.
Incessantly.
We do it again and again, enough
or a lot or as much as we can
if we care to admit it.
Why?
Can’t a shade of mystery simply
take hold, whether we like it
or not?
Must we always seek familiarity?
10/21/2024 j.g.l.
The Moon hangs low,
yet the Sun still rises.
Each day
we have another chance
to shine a little brighter.
Rise up.
Be radiant.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Today might not be what it is
without yesterday being all
that it was.
In a succession of events,
unplanned or programmed,
rarely do we consider
what has happened,
as it happens.
Sometimes we speak less
about things that matter
as we think we have
more time, as such.
Oftentimes
we do not speak of
things we should
as they are happening,
in the time that remains.
In the time we are given,
the present persists.
10/15/2024 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.
Conscious thought of a subconscious mind, interrupting
the darkness or absence of time
night thoughts are deceptive.
As scattered as they can be
they are real; darkness is as honest
as it is lonely, as remorseful as comforting.
Night thoughts.
Do they lead you to dreams, or are they derived from them?
The night is a question as much as an answer.
Night knows no apologies, nor offers excuses for simplicity
or indulgence.
A contradiction,
night is a many splendored thing.
It knows tears,
it knows laughter,
neither with overfamilarity or routine.
It is as it is.
You would be the change
It is personal.
Night offers the chance to say the same thing twice, but
denies an opportunity for the thought to hold
the same meaning all over again,
or for you to even make sense of the words.
Night knows daylight only as an interruption.
Night is free of distractions
except nighttime itself.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
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.