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.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on July 4, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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I; also me: first-person singular.
It is personal.
It is how I may view the world, but not as I might write about it.
I look at what is there and how it affects me as much as the cause and effect of all that may be.
But, it goes deeper.
What remains underneath letters disguised as action, place, or point of view, is not lost, perhaps only hidden between the lines.
Observation; no, self-observation is required, now and then, to check your path and see where you have been or where you might be going.
Perhaps now is the time, as now is the present, and this may be as good a time as any to look a little deeper into me, myself, and I.
It is necessary. Now.
I feel it, but I don’t know why?
I wrote, many years ago:
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
A mantra as much as an explanation, it is personal. I still write, but (again) I must ask myself ‘why’ more as a process of understanding than of questioning.
We all must wonder, at times, mustn’t we?
Shouldn’t we all take stock of our movements and memories and emotions?
I think this is a good time for me.
07/04/2022 j.g.l.
