Our paths shift, circumstance and
attitude shaping our trajectory.
The company we keep alters both
our outlook and destination.
We are where we are
mainly because of who we are
and whom we are with.
04/16/2024 j.g.l.
A wish for words more delicate and
refined will only lead to
an unnecessary edit, constrained curiosity,
and a smudge of indifference.
Emotions scoured from the page,
its patina reflective now of a chaotic mind,
you are no longer (or never have been)
satisfied with what is there.
Speaking freely, nowhere near the truth,
a humane reaction may not be soothed.
Not always. No matter what.
No longer plain and simple. Perhaps
it never was?
You question the questions.
The flaws in your self can only add up
to a greater expression of your being.
04/15/2024 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
flaws and all
We do not touch the money, now
only digits on a screen. Ingredients
in our foods unknown, or what
scientists contribute to the scheme.
Price at the pump keeps going up,
still our cars can’t seem
to get enough.
Politicians are not worth knowing, or
deeds in which they partake, sin or
scandal widely-known, we
elect them anyway.
Damn truth be told,
between utter lies; they won’t salute
the dead, so many innocents die.
We won’t wash our hands, but
still waste the water
and share the blame.
We don’t care if we don’t want to,
our days continue just the same.
© 2018 j,g, lewis
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
We interrupt this nasty weather
to remind you Spring has arrived
in the GTA.
Yes, that is a Robin taking a break
and wondering what’s going on,
or what went wrong.
This is Canada, and that’s the
kind of day it is.
Mondays are just young Fridays.
j.g.l.
Before old and wise comes young and stupid.
I wanted to be lots of things, when I was younger. I wanted to grow up, and I had dreams and plans for what I would do when I got there.
I am fortunate to have been a few of the things I wanted to be. I made a living as a photographer, and I became a father. There were other dreams, plans, or goals that never materialized, and now they don’t matter.
I also did a lot of stupid things when I was younger, but like those old dreams and plans, they are all in the past.
You should respect the past for all that it offered, but it has passed and now offers nothing. Yes, you have nostalgia, but anything worthy made the trip forward with you.
If it were meant to be, you would be it.
If you are still looking ahead, it is how you see it.
So what you wanted to be, decades and years ago, is not the thing to want now. If we continue dreaming and hoping, and planning, it is those goals will keep us going in the right direction. What you want to be now is all that matters.
There are still plenty of things I want to be, and there are more things on my bucket list than my fuck it list, so I’m still going to try to be all I can be, but above all I’m going to try to be kind.
I’ve learned plenty of lessons in the past (and made even more mistakes), but one thing I’ve learned is that kindness counts, so it is the one goal I will continue pursuing above all else.
Now that may sound more stupid than wise, but I’m going with it. I think I’ll accomplish more. I am still a dreamer.
j.g.l.
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
2 replies on “Mondays are just young Fridays”
j.g., Thank you for this! I took it as a beautiful reminder that we are ‘okay’, we are ‘enough’, just as we are. That even though, life happened differently than we might have planned or expected, it’s okay and we are okay. Great reminder. Thank you!
Planned or unexpected, enough is okay.
Thank you Victoria.