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.
It’s a new day. Welcome to a new week.
Come as you are, flaws and all.
We’ve all got baggage — difficulties and issues that seem to follow us like breadcrumbs — and habits and unresolved problems. Sometimes they are of our doing, other times they are our undoing.
That’s the way it is.
That is the way we are: humble and human.
Often the trials and trickery we face simply needs time to sort itself out. Maybe this is the week you will take on a challenge you’ve been unable to deal with previously. Perhaps the circumstances over the next seven days will help you sort out the differences.
Or you will do nothing, and the concern will become less significant.
It’s far too easy to get caught up in the direction and dogma of the forces that surround you. What would happen if you ignored those others voices, and just followed your own dialogue?
Come as you are.
It could be a good day; it might be a great week.
Isn’t the choice yours?
07/08/2019 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.