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.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on May 30, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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Last week was last week.
We begin this week anew.
A new day, another chance to deal with the discrepancies, deceptions, and dead-end starts that failed to materialize.
Sadly, we become distracted by the disappointments.
It’s okay. Not everything needs to be completed at once. In fact, some things are better kept in an uncompleted state.
You have other priorities.
Let the past remain where it sits, there are better days ahead.
05/30/2022 j.g.l.
