Another week,
more chances, some
disappointments.
Each day
fragile, forgiving,
soon to be forgotten.
We breathe, as we must,
seek answers and reprieve,
before the sun sets.
We sleep,
more dreams, some
nights more than others.
We breathe, as we do,
wake up to excuses
or opportunity.
We wouldn’t have it
any other way.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
each day
every year ahead
will bring surprises
your eyes
will see
more beauty
your ears
will hear
whispers
and symphonies
and your heart
will understand
and acknowledge
all you need to know
listen
see
and feel
© 2017 j.g. lewis
Coordinates unclear,
the first wonder of a new day.
Open your eyes,
light diffused, a little confused,
gradually you wake. Go slow.
Morning coffee:
is there a better type
to wash away remnants
of the darkness that exists?
A cloudy day any way,
no need to rush.
You sit and settle
into this reality, every cell
of your being readjusting.
Recalibrate your emotions.
Don’t rush it.
No need today.
Yesterday no longer matters.
©2017 j.g. lewis
Hesitation is seldom efficient.
Moments become a weakness.
Alone. Struggling with the blur
from one day to the rest. You
try to see the hidden meaning.
Will you write the right words?
Finding certain rhythm, sorting
out time. Each step or notion,
guarded breath or concurrent
emotion. Seconds, then minutes,
comprise a day. No silence with
solitude. No path. Today. Clues,
random dogma, unclaimed truth,
passive aggression, as you work
your way through to the answer
in plain view. Mystery in the grid.
Seeking substance in this puzzle.
Will you look again tomorrow?
© 2020 j.g. lewis
When it rains
it pours,
unexpectedly. While
nourishing flowers and
washing away the filth
and debris
of seasons past, a storm
can also offer a new
sense of wonder.
There’s a scent to the air
after the rain,
following
a deluge of personal pain.
You may find rainbows,
and you will certainly
find puddles.
Keep looking up, but
watch where you step.
© 2016 j.g. lewis