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.
a thought
abstract thoughts
infinite time
or is it
the space between
now and when
the last time
we spoke or touched
or smiled
do we grieve
the space between
then and when
we manage to
avoid each other
not by fault
not without blame
nor lack of trying
just a thought
for this time
to get past
the space between
you and I
©2022 j.g. lewis
April 29th is Poem in Your Pocket Day, a day to celebrate poetry by selecting a poem, carrying it in your pocket, and sharing it with the humans who cross your path daily.
Share a poem where ever the day takes you, as you would share a smile, a gesture, or your kindness.
Sharing is caring, and we could all use a few more caring thoughts (and poetry).
April is Poetry Month
sharing is caring
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.