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
Slow down: even with the ideas that come to quicky. Take the time to acknowledge the feelings that arrive, as they arrive.
Write it down. How else will you remember what you were thinking?
Print neatly. You hardly understand the thoughts at the time, why make it more difficult to comprehend weeks or years from now?
Follow your own logic; only you need to truly make sense of what is happening, or all that has happened.
Pay attention to the lessons of the past. Be mindful that not all are worth repeating.
Clarity. Make corrections as you go. Flaws become more difficult to correct the longer you live with them.
11/14/2024 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.
It’s a new month, a new week,
a new day: today.
Change; if only it were as simple
as flipping a page. If only it were
as certain as it is uncertain.
We have come to believe change
takes time, or practice, or patience.
We think (or have thought) there
are rules or regulations involved
when change is required.
Often, we believe we can’t change
so we don’t try. Attitudes change.
Change is not always sudden.
Many times there are increments
we won’t notice until something
changes. It’s like that.
Daily, weekly, monthly we change.
Most of the time the changes are
for the better. In time.
What do you want to change?
What changes have you noticed
lately? What changes do you need
to make? Is today the day?
Will you try? Will you notice?
10/01/2018 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.
