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.
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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?
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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 9, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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Have you lost touch with
another person, colleague,
or old friend?
Maybe even with your self?
You might not be sure when
it happened, or why, but you
know you feel listless.
You don’t feel the energy.
You have lost a connection, but
never the power to reconnect.
It will take time, or perhaps
more effort or understanding,
yet it is worth trying.
Reach out.
You do have the power.
03/09/2020 j.g.l.
