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.
Obsolescence
Posted on April 23, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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Ravaged by rain
tormented and
tortured with nature’s harsh breath
Skin torn away and hanging
a mangled skeleton
left for dead
in the gutter an umbrella
alongside broken bottles
matchsticks and cigarette butts
a spent condom
salt and dreams washed away
with the rain
Items which once served a purpose
now used or used up
no longer of use
Servitude
sins and secrets
susceptible to societal ways
Disposable
Obsolescence
Everything once had a purpose
or a reason
or an excuse
Now
all but forgotten
until it rains
© 2015 j.g. lewis
