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.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on March 2, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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it only takes
one step
you’ve taken many before
you got there
somehow
still
you keep going
one step at a time
your direction changes
haphazardly
or with purpose
drawn to the action or
silence
doing what you believe is
right
or proper
many times your steps
don’t align with others
that’s okay
it is fine
each of us is going
somewhere
all of us have somewhere
to be
our paths may cross
diverge
then disappear
but we all leave a mark
03/02/2020 j.g.l.
