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.
Emotionally downtrodden, I wake and wonder why I don’t feel like giving the day a try.
Mondays don’t usually feel like this, for me anyway. I’m up early most days, but today I’m moving slower.
I feel it.
It took a while to get out of bed, and even now I’m wondering why. More so, I wonder what is worth getting up for. These are difficult times.
I have too many thoughts, and many are not good.
Yes, I’ve got many good things to do, but can’t seem to wrap my head around what must be done.
Maybe coffee will help . . . and breakfast.
It’s a thought.
If breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so too shouldn’t be your first thoughts.
10/16/2023 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.