A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 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.
Cherish the mornings you wake
unaided by an alarm clock or
gentle nudge. These are the days
when sleep lasts as long as it can,
or as long as it will, and they are a
sign that time is not rushed, and
nothing should feel out of touch.
Cherish the mornings you wake,
and wipe the residue of sleep from
your eyes, resisting the temptation
to slip back between the covers and
ignore everything around you. These
are the days when you keep on trying,
despite the things that hold you back.
Cherish the mornings you wake.
Each day has a purpose, and every
day we may question why. Often,
like so many things we do, the reason
is not clear when we begin, but that
should not prevent us from jumping
in wholeheartedly. Try again today.
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.