Thanksgiving is a day for reflecting on life and the people who make it all that it is. It is a day for celebrating family, those who are with you around the dinner table and those you could not be with.
I am blessed.
10/13/2024 j.g.l.
j.g.lewis
-
on its own
Poetry is power, and poetry is
a weakness, as much cowardice
as courage. A delightful
contradiction, it sucks at your
soul, and, like a fussy infant,
cannot wait to be fed. More.
Not to be silenced until sated.
Nourished then,
it so slips into gentle slumber,
life’s rhythm allowing dreams and
sweet solace, only to wake soiled
and screaming. Comfort comes
with a soothing voice, gentle touch,
and reassurance. Flesh and blood,
innocent for only a while, it grows
alongside you, until it stands
on its own.
Poetry.
You give it life, then it to you.© 2016 j.g. lewis
-
mornings
Mornings do not wait until you are ready, they happen naturally.
Day-by-day a different view, a change of pace, the same old you. Your perspective goes a long way in solving the curiosities that will engage you throughout your life.
Where will your light settle today?
10/10/2024 j.g.l.
-
experienced
If it is now, then
too long I have waited. Shadows of moments past
blur
one into the next
and I remained confounded
by all that has happened since.
This time I take for granted
can no longer be shared. I have already experienced
the ripeness of the moment, the cool breeze
that arrives with autumn, knowing
there is still so much ahead of me.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
-
speculation
Nothing like yesterday, or
the day before. Our lives still
hang in the balance between
what we do not understand
and all we are not prepared
to acknowledge.
Suspended speculation, this
continuum continues to exist.
Surely there will be others,
but nothing like this day.
10/08/2024 j.g.l.
