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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 . . .

cloud songs

If you wait, if
patience is part of your plan
as you count the days,
you can count on
things opening up.

Enjoy the light
when it appears,
as it appears.
The waiting is over.
Time, as always, is uncertain.

07/23/2021 j.g.l.

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You Should

Where are you going?
Do you think, between those steps up, what you will encounter when you descend on the other side of where you have been?
Stepping along the crowded concrete, darting through people on a mission or those getting in the way of yours, are you yearning to find a nearby park where you can slip off your shoes and feel the soft grass between your toes?
In your travels between where you have to go and what you have to do, do you take enough time to do something you want to do?
You should.

07/22/2021 j.g.l.

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gr@ffiti

pain
an open sore

anxiety as obvious
as writing on the wall

bold statement

a cry for help
or a question

you get the message

it’s not hard
to imagine

07/20/2021 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 . . .

haiku 4 you

it’s not
the same old thing

07/16/2021 j.g.l.

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Not What It Should Be

July is halfway done.
Summer is what it is, but
not what it should be.
How long has it been?
We won’t all admit we
share the same pain. We
don’t really know what
anyone else feels, or how
everyone deals with this,
this, now. Is it normal?
Does it even come close?
Even as life is opening up
we don’t all know how to
behave like we used to.
Where do we go from here?
When will we realize how
far we have come?

07/15/2021 j.g.l.

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gr@ffiti

sometimes

patience pays
more than it costs

time required
is not time lost

take the time before
it is taken away

do not rush

you have got all day

07/13/2021 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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