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.
Promises or Ideology
Posted on February 16, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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Caught up in the fragility of the moment, or
situation, or of the mind, we are all fighting battles.
War exists, one way or another, in our minds;
in this life. These times are tough.
So caught up in the bigger picture, all the
little things go unnoticed. Reality check.
In this city, guns and violence on the street,
in the school, forever on the news.
This year’s twelfth or thirteenth homicide
perpetrator was 14-years-old; the victim 18.
The laws are there but no one cares; they
simply want their freedoms. Regardless.
Politics is blood sport. Promises or ideology
mixed with anger, fear, and stupidity.
Common sense and sanity; one is not the other.
Neither exists in the state of now, or again.
No declaration or participation, there is no peace.
Is everything else is too important?
© 2022 j.g. lewis
