We exist, at times silently,
comfortable in our invisibility.
Unnoticeably so.
Unexplained.
We so know, or learn, when
it is time to speak up.
11/08/2024 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
What happens when you step away
from the everyday, for a while
(or longer)?
A new locale, an unfamiliar bed, an
alternative view overhead
there is always another way instead;
at least there will be this week.
Even a wristwatch looks different today
for deadlines have no purpose or place
this week.
A well-deserved break, to say the least.
11/04/2024 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.
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Posted on February 22, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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We all have things
we have to do, the chores,
responsibilities, and mindful
pursuits. Some days it
doesn’t come easy and you
tire of the effort you make to
keep things moving. Some
days it is tough, and tomorrow
you might have to do the
same things you did today,
or yesterday. Sometimes
progress is just showing up.
j.g.l.
