What gets left behind
with our unmade minds
forever rushing?
What do we leave behind
if we did not take the
the time to notice?
What is no longer mine
because neither you nor I
could take our time?
12/02/2024 j.g.l.
look around
Be thankful
for what you have, for
what you have to let go of,
and for those who are still
with you. Gratitude comes
in many forms. Look around.
Be thankful.
j.g.l.
cloud songs
It is only silence and only
for now, a minute or three
but who is counting?
Enough, for now.
Slight Repose, a little grace,
enough until you have
found your place. Might be
morning, or the end of the day,
yet it is time to yourself anyway.
For now.
11/29/2024 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.
How Should I Know
Posted on March 21, 2023 by j.g.lewis
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Should I put away my winter coat?
The chance of snow seems so remote
as spring weather seems quite near.
Do I take a chance or feel the fear?
Especially early mornings confuse,
temperatures as low as my spirit.
The steady, cold winds abuse.
I lift my collar to shield my nape
from climes I simply can’t escape.
Damp chill cutting through the fabric
of my soul, how should I know when
it is safe to accept the loss of winter
and leave my coat at home unhindered.
03/21/2023 j.g.l.
Every year on March 21st, UNESCO
celebrates life and literacy through
World Poetry Day.
Poetry speaks to our common humanity
and we share our words when we can,
whenever we can, but especially today.
