Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
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A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
It was quite an evening.
What else can I say?
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
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unforeseen shard of fuchsia,
fibril against the monotony
of the day.
before the ashen dome
for the night.
just enough to satisfy, a
need for brighter landscapes.
traces of optimism,
interior lights pressed into action,
exhaust spews into the damp chill
of the city.
as night falls, so too the
last gasp of winter.
seasons end, another begins, a
need for warmth.
we seek optimism.
cold dark thoughts relegated to
the intricate concealed wrinkles
of the mind.
we accept the totality of our loses
forging new perceptions.
new thoughts, and language, a
time changes, we too, in increments.
the night inevitably lost to dreams
of serious moonlight.
did we not notice, do we not
one less hour. one step
closer, the prelude, a
just enough hope.
©2015 j.g. lewis