Month: November 2020

Posted on November 6, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Live.
Laugh.
Learn.
                Love.

Take it gently.
Take it seriously.

Each day we learn,
each day
               matters.
               We live
day by day.

               We love
our own way.

Laughter helps us see
the lessons learned, as

we find
the humour in life
               as it happens.

Live in the moment.
Learn as you go.

Take it seriously.
Be gentle.

11/06/2020                                           j.g.l.

Graffiti,
now, like poetry, it means
what you want it to mean.
You might not notice.

 

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Posted on November 5, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

The mind wanders, stretching
out the likelihood of change.
There is no hint of morning.
I am awake, but not fully, not
enough to comprehend all that
I have to do: to accomplish.
Night allows the freedom of
not having to put pen to paper.
It will happen come daylight,
when more clearly will I see
available space. Then I am able
to create, or recreate what was
leftover from yesterday. Until
then, they are simply thoughts.

11/05/2020                                                  j.g.l.

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Posted on November 4, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Should we be surprised at what we woke up to this morning?

Should we be surprised we stayed up to watch?

Should we question the process, or the polls?

Shouldn’t we have expected this?

Shouldn’t we have known the defiance that has marked Donald Trump’s presidency would continue? Didn’t he tell us?

Shouldn’t we have listened?

Shouldn’t we have known? Or should we remain uncertain?