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.
faithfully
Posted on November 2, 2024 by j.g.lewis
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Clocks set back, days ahead altered
as if time can be held, still
we cannot fool ourselves in believing.
The sun will still set.
We seldom lose hours as much as
we change our trajectory.
It will get darker, before you know.
The sun will still rise.
Between where and then, light will
strike any object in its path
as long as it is able. Faithfully, we watch.
The sun sets.
This autumn, this November,
carries a tone of melancholy.
Steadfast, I can only stare back.
The sun rises.
I know about fear, or fear what I know.
Remnants of the day,
routinely, have so much less to offer.
The sun will still set.
When all that you know becomes
all that you have, you are
unable to consider possibility.
The sun will still rise
We live and breathe, twenty-four hours
daily. Memory will serve us;
those uncertain, those unbroken.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
