what have we
if not
hope
for ourselves
in each other
hope
keeps us
believing
in each other
in ourselves
© 2019 j.g. lewis
open space
-
let’s not
Let’s
not forget
what we promised,
what it meant, and
what we are.
Let’s not
forget who is there
when it matters,
not who came along
when it was
convenient.
Let’s not forget
why it mattered, and
why it still does.© 2019 j.g. lewis
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you are not alone
Isn’t there always a trail?
What then do you know of
your actions or the impact
upon others?
It is safe to say you are not
always aware of the results
or unintended consequences
of what you do beyond how
it affects you?
If so, you are not alone in the
thought. So few of us will
even consider others in our
day-to-day interactions. We
do what we do to simply get
through all the bullshit and
bafflegab we continually (or
constantly) hear.
It is noise, that’s all it is, a
disruption to your self and to
your intentions to fare better
than you have. Sadly.
We all want to get beyond
the clutter infringing upon
our space and time. Physically,
emotionally, and spiritually
we need room to breathe and
to see where we are going.
All of us are involved, even if
we are not thinking that way.
How aware are you?© 2020 j.g. lewis
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always
Your whisper fair warns us, yet still
we are surprised. The calendar’s last page,
and we are left feeling more. Always.
Winter: a beginning comes near the end,
while the end craves new beginnings.
The longest season, physically, or
spiritually. Consistency, year over year,
over year, from one into the next.
Cold, as it is darker. Light is appreciated,
and necessary. We grow up knowing,
the facts of this season. Always,
our lives marked by winter.
Time, and years, have become forgotten,
but we are reminded. The soil
and silence, frozen. Our insular existence,
non-secular pain, wind-chafed emotions,
a reminder again. We desire
a warm touch; December, January or
otherwise. Hope, as with autumn’s last leaf,
dangling in a greater stillness.
A confessional. Always. Dormancy
until early spring, what we allow or when
we embrace. Silence. Darkness.
We need not be surprised.
Impulse knows. We have been here before.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
