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 January 29, 2024 by j.g.lewis
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Not everything is what it was or where it was, when you last paid attention.
Places, people, predicaments altered by time and grace, take on new meanings as they grow older.
A poem started long ago, misplaced in a wrinkled notebook, reads differently now or needs a little more thought. The page holds so many corrections. Perhaps there were reasons it was abandoned (besides utter carelessness or contempt).
Even the moon looks different than it has before. It, like you, has changed. Like you, it prefers the darkness and does not always wish to be seen. Like that poem.
The intentions of a month ago, or sooner, are different now.
Intentions are like that. The perspective of your reality will allow further thought when faced with an ever-changing environment.
Life is like that. Pay attention.
01/29/2024 j.g.l.
