haiku 4 you

December 24

This time is precious
a season for reaching out
Wishing you deep peace

-j-

a universal greeting

cloud songs

 Above us
                                     open spaces.
                                       Limitations
              still.
                                     Voices carry
                                                      so far
                                                      you wonder.
                     Imagination,
                  not always truthful,
                  not always clear.
   Desire for something greater.
          Unchecked expectations,
          how can you know
                   where
                             you are?
      Shadows simply
        shade the past.
What illuminates your future?
Little by little
          infinite increments
          of
               your self,
                                of
              your soul
                              swallowed up in darkness,
                                  awaiting broad daylight.

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January 13

another way

Like everybody else, I exist
in the now. Where I have been
does not indicate where I will go,
and all I have known will be
a portion of all that I know.
Yet, all that is there is subject to
change. My terms and conditions
will, no doubt, be rearranged
to accommodate fears, and folly,
and facts still uncertain, as I
realize or discover my potential
inertia. Matter it is, matter
it does. I am not yesterday, nor
am I today. Tomorrow is
simply another way. Time will
not determine where I will go, or
whether I stay. Who I am now
is not all you need know, anyway.
I am more than I thought;
I am all I am not.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

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January 11

come inside

All winds blow harsh,
January’s breath
seeps deep to the marrow.
Come inside. Leave
your boots by the door
and make time
for stocking feet
and stillness. Find warmth
and comfort
beyond this weekend.

j.g.l.

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January 15

flaws and all

Every word you write is important.
Each mistake you make — typos, grammatical errors, incorrect word usage, misplaced punctuation — is crucial to your writing on any level.
You learn as you go, many times without trying, knowledge gained through acquisition.
Write on.
Let is out. All those thoughts, feelings, and observations will lead you somewhere. Sentence upon sentiment, you will get there.
If you don’t make a mistake, how will you know how to correct them?
Flaws and all, we are human. Our mistakes make us stronger.

01/15/2024 j.g.l.

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January 12

connected by emotions

collective moments
will impact each of us
            individually
   will you share
your thoughts and feelings
    or let others try
and figure out
    you are
as damaged
as the rest of us
connected by emotions
we may not understand
          or acknowledge
how we hold it together

01/12/2021                                                 j.g.l.

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January 8

impractical imagination

Left brain. Right brain. A delicate balance.
A left-handed Gemini; no stranger to controversy, but
I can’t take sides. I dart back and forth regularly between
a practical reality, where I must live,
and the fractured imagination where
I want to be. And I, a dreamer, know this. We all dream,
of course we do; there you find other people, and you.
Déjà vu.
We’ve been here before.
Pyjamas in bed, most of the time. Insomnia.
You question the whys.
Never settling for the answers, there is always another way.
Another sleep (when else would we dream), another day.
Imagination can soothe.
Practicality will confuse.
My imagination is as practical as my every day is creative.
This is my choice, my voice, and where I choose to live.
I’ve been here before.
I will come back often.

“An idea is salvation by imagination.”
-Frank Lloyd Wright

© 2018 j.g. lewis

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