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.
cloud songs
What of today, tomorrow
or next week?
What about the weary,
the impoverished, and the meek?
What becomes the answer or
the validation that you seek?
11/01/2024 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.
Hard To Believe
Posted on March 5, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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All of those reminders
you seem to ignore. To-do lists
and sticky notes, a calendar full
of times and dates and places
you need to be.
Easy to see. Hard to believe.
A schedule filled with time
that is never yours.
You do what you do, as
often as you can, in days
made up of meetings, some only
about the meetings
you just had.
Productivity has a purpose
lost in endless days.
Performance has a habit of
getting lost along the way.
It is not about the time, but
only the time you get.
It’s never what you remember,
but what you seem to forget.
03/05/2020 j.g.l.
