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J.G. Lewis

A writer/photographer living and breathing in the greater Toronto area.

original content and images © j.g. lewis.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

a daily breath . . .

Advice To Self

When you talk to your self
do you speak with respect
or do you talk yourself down
do you give what you get?
When you hear your self doubt
do you question your truth
can you not find the moral
in all you’ve been through?
When you think to your self
do you remember what is good
are you mindful of your promise
do you remember what you should?
When you listen to your self
do you take sage advice
of someone who has been there
and knows your true life?

j.g.l.
04/04/2016

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sit with me

sit with me

no need to talk
or tell me opinions
excuses
to justify time
gone by

silence
even with undertones
is enough

presence is more

sit with me

that is all
it is everything
in a world rushing to
find out why

take a seat
for no other reason
than
being there

i will not say
a word

quiet
is enough

the right type of silence

sit with me

j.g.l. 04/12/2018

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April Is Poetry Month

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A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking.
They may get you thinking too . . .

Incomplete

Were you thinking
to look up last night
and wonder?
A glorious view, full Moon
exposed,
save occasional clouds
seeking attention.
It cannot hide
behind what you
want to know.

I shared the view with
reflections of you, yet never
have I shared
my complete thoughts.
Do I seek clouds?
I go through phases
with the Moon, yet
cannot remain complete,
or tell you what
I do not know.

j.g.l.
05/11/2017

APRIL is POETRY MONTH

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Yesterday. Tomorrow. Today

we want
to believe
it is not every day
though
tragedy
could be anywhere
yesterday
it was here
tomorrow
somewhere else
today
we can only
show strength
hope
there will be
change
everywhere
for everyone
peace

j.g.l.
04/24/2018

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cloud songs

If we don’t listen,
we will never hear
the unexpected whispers
that come from
unexplained sources.

If we don’t look,
we might not recognize
that which rests
in plain sight
for all to see.

If we don’t speak,
we can never experience
the joy of giving voice
to the compelling
thoughts within.

If we don’t confess,
we may never truly realize
the calm that arrives
with wholehearted
forgiveness. 

j.g.l.
09/07/2015

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Only Wednesday

Wednesday sits naked
and ordinary
waiting

between the bookends of social Saturday
and restive Sunday. The day is
little more

than a cluster of hours or a stop on the
treadmill. Indecisive and
lonely

nobody chooses a Wednesday. Nothing
happens
on a Wednesday

and it’s the same each week.

Sept 11/01, a Tuesday. London Subway bombings: July 7/05, a Tuesday, also July 21/05,
and also a Tuesday. Assassinations: John Lennon on a Monday, Martin Luther King Jr. a
Thursday, and John F. Kennedy a Friday. Kurt Cobain’s body was discovered on a
Wednesday, but he chose his way out three days earlier. Nothing happens on a
Wednesday.

There are fewer concerts mid-week, and opening night is never a Wednesday. They
never open the Olympics on a Wednesday. Nobody gets married on a Wednesday.

Yet I will choose Wednesday, or I will start with a Wednesday. I'll begin with a page, a
place where I can plant my thoughts. I have many thoughts, each week, every day (even
on Wednesday), but I will commit to posting something once a week. There are seven
days to choose from, and I chose Wednesday.

Now I may post something else on some other day, I’m like that (a true Gemini). If I am
moved or if I have time, if the stars align or the moon gives me a nudge, or if something
is really bothering me, I won’t wait for Wednesday. But I will post something each
Wednesday.

Something will happen each Wednesday, every week. Right here. If you want to see, or
wish to be reminded, sign up. There will also be a daily breath (usually 140 characters or
less) and it will not be limited to Wednesday, but will, or should, arrive every day.

Until Wednesday . . .

-j-

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