Today might not be what it is 

without yesterday being all 

that it was.

In a succession of events, 

unplanned or programmed, 

rarely do we consider 

what has happened, 

as it happens. 

Sometimes we speak less 

about things that matter 

as we think we have 

more time, as such. 

Oftentimes 

we do not speak of 

things we should 

as they are happening, 

in the time that remains. 

In the time we are given,

the present persists.

10/15/2024                                                                                                  j.g.l.

Pick up what’s left of the shadow that has been trailing you for a week or three, the one you have noticed even when the sun hasn’t been shining as it should.

   Of course there have been distractions (there always is), even as your nerves are beginning to fray, and all those anxieties still follow you, surprisingly so, on any old day.

   Intermittent rain washes away hopes and plans dreamed on and diminished now. Still, you have the time and, more importantly, you have the mind to make it all happen. You’ve got something more important to say.

10/14/2023                                                                                                                               j.g.l.

Poetry is power, and poetry is
a weakness, as much cowardice
as courage. A delightful
contradiction, it sucks at your
soul, and, like a fussy infant,
cannot wait to be fed. More.
Not to be silenced until sated.
Nourished then,
it so slips into gentle slumber,
life’s rhythm allowing dreams and
sweet solace, only to wake soiled
and screaming. Comfort comes
with a soothing voice, gentle touch,
and reassurance. Flesh and blood,
innocent for only a while, it grows
alongside you, until it stands
on its own.
Poetry.
You give it life, then it to you.

© 2016 j.g. lewis
                                                   

Do you wonder, as you wander, 

about the dreams left along the way? 

   Scattered thoughts, they still 

remind you of the reasons why 

you remained sheltered from the

delusions, paying so little attention 

to the obvious. 

   A little while from now, less than 

expected (more than you know), 

what was left over from a generation 

of pride and greed, misfortune and 

disease will continue to haunt you. 

   It always does.

   The politics appall you. There is no 

honour, not in shame nor the 

cowardice within.  Not now.

10/17/2024                                                                                                    j.g.l.

Thanksgiving is a day for reflecting on life and the people who make it all that it is. It is a day for celebrating family, those who are with you around the dinner table and those you could not be with.

I am blessed.

10/13/2024                                                                                                                j.g.l.

Mornings do not wait until you are ready, they happen naturally.

Day-by-day a different view, a change of pace, the same old you. Your perspective goes a long way in solving the curiosities that will engage you throughout your life.

Where will your light settle today?

10/10/2024                                                                                                                j.g.l.