It was my Mother who taught me how to love.
She showed me the true meaning of the word.
Although she is no longer with me, I find it hard to think of her in past tense.
I feel her love every day.
How could I ever forget?
Happy Mother’s Day.
05/08/2022 j.g.l.
Unknown unexpected
Entirely unimaginable
Ask yourself questions
Previously unconsidered
Too often we neglect
A challenge to the soul
To clarify your values
To realize the answers
05/06/2022 j.g.l.
05/06/2022 j.g.l.
A new month.
A new notebook; fresh pages for fresh thoughts (or new concerns over continually considered contemplations), and a newly sharpened pencil too.
I find that when you write by hand, you purposefully set out the time and the place. In doing so, with pencil or pen, you are using the whole of your hand rather then just the tips of your fingers. You become more physically engaged in your writing. You can feel the writing instrument between your fingers and hear the pencil’s hearty scratch as it meanders across the page.
It is fulfilling in some small, miraculous way.
You can see the results.
You are actually watching thoughts leave your body and come to rest on the page.
Where will your thinking take you today?
05/03/2022 j.g.l.
This planet is moving, and
you with it.
You can’t stand still; even
the sensation of stillness is
fleeting.
Humans are not meant to
be stationary objects.
We have feet to move and
minds that wander.
Our choices may only be
limited by direction.
05/01/2022 j.g.l.
a thought
abstract thoughts
infinite time
or is it
the space between
now and when
the last time
we spoke or touched
or smiled
do we grieve
the space between
then and when
we manage to
avoid each other
not by fault
not without blame
nor lack of trying
just a thought
for this time
to get past
the space between
you and I
©2022 j.g. lewis
April 29th is Poem in Your Pocket Day, a day to celebrate poetry by selecting a poem, carrying it in your pocket, and sharing it with the humans who cross your path daily.
Share a poem where ever the day takes you, as you would share a smile, a gesture, or your kindness.
Sharing is caring, and we could all use a few more caring thoughts (and poetry).
April is Poetry Month
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