What gets left behind
with our unmade minds
forever rushing?
What do we leave behind
if we did not take the
the time to notice?
What is no longer mine
because neither you nor I
could take our time?
12/02/2024 j.g.l.
look around
Be thankful
for what you have, for
what you have to let go of,
and for those who are still
with you. Gratitude comes
in many forms. Look around.
Be thankful.
j.g.l.
cloud songs
It is only silence and only
for now, a minute or three
but who is counting?
Enough, for now.
Slight Repose, a little grace,
enough until you have
found your place. Might be
morning, or the end of the day,
yet it is time to yourself anyway.
For now.
11/29/2024 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.
Posted on August 26, 2015 by j.g.lewis
Leave a comment
“An artist is somebody who
produces things that people
don’t need to have.”
-Andy Warhol
We should crave art.
To acknowledge, to participate,
to breathe art in, is to
allow yourself time to be human.
If we don’t take that time,
you become just another
tax-paying citizen (or worse)
who complains about
the price of gasoline,
the foibles of government, and
the music kids listen to these days,
instead of seeing
the beauty.
Art is everywhere,
and it is always there
for those who choose to look,
and those who need to have.
j.g.l.
