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.
clandestine thoughts
Posted on August 13, 2024 by j.g.lewis
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Secrecy and salvation,
rarely one in the same.
We seek pleasure where
we ought not to, purge
clandestine thoughts into
ears we should not trust;
because we are where
we shouldn’t be.
Unknowingly,
we will cry tomorrow
for the sins of today.
Once a habit, it is their way.
Now. How many times
have you forgiven someone,
even yourself?
Do you not remember, or
even notice, words wasted
in spite of it all.
Tell me about pain,
it’s been years since I have
even noticed how it feels
to feel like that.
I cannot know relief, not
like I used to. Sadly,
it remains a secret.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
