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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 . . .

Gravity

I’m waiting patiently
for gravity to resume
its cosmic force,
where we are all
pulled together
without a sense of
fear or remorse.
I’m patiently waiting
for when distance is
not a barrier
and time can, again,
be shared, or when
over here
is as possible
as being over there.

05/28/2020 j.g.l.

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cloud songs

    It does not stop, nor
is it ever the same.
We grow, we age,
we come into ourselves.
Time.
        As it takes,
       we are given;
       each day
                      a gift.

05/26/2020                                         j.g.l.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

We are too easily reminded
of this tragedy; of the
infections, deaths,
and ignorance
every day.
It is there for all to see,
anywhere you look.

The numbers raise doubt.
The statistics create fear.
What we know
is questioned.
Everything we learn is tested.

Can we see past
what is ahead?
Can we settle on
something else instead?
There is beauty everywhere;
if you take the time to look.

Find the time today.

05/25/2020 j.g.l.

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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 . . .

Within You

It is within you.
Surpassing will, well
beyond ego, is a
power that cannot
be explained or
exemplified, though
it is always there.
Deep inside, beneath
the skin, bone, and
muscle, is a greater
force than you may
ever know; yet you
will have difficulty
determining where
it comes from.
It is there.
We can aspire to
create our dreams,
but to do so we
need to access a
deeper strength.
Set your intention.
See where you go.

j.g.l.

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Journal Daily

I write.
I write every damn day, always for my website, to keep myself current.
Maybe I’ll write a poem, or a page or three in one of two manuscripts open on my laptop, and usually a few lines in my journal.
I try to journal daily, and usually I do. I always write the date, for no other reason than acknowledging I was alive on that day; I feel it’s important to know.
It might be all I write, that day, in my journal.
Many days, I write like a dragon breathing fire. Other days, it’s more like a dog barking at traffic.
Still I write, every damn day.
I’ve got something to say.

05/21/2020 j.g.l.

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haiku 4 you

What we hold onto
and what we always carry
will differ greatly.

05/19/2020 j.g.l.

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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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