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.
Month: May 2024
Morning observations rarely register
as we wake and wander our way
through infant hours.
It takes a moment for
the mind to come alive while
the gravity of the day settles in.
We fail to notice little things,
considerably more substantial days ago,
perhaps once meaningful or spiritual,
now displaced as the second hand
of the wristwatch sweeps onward.
Afford yourself opportunity
to be distracted by butterflies, soon
a scent of lilacs, freesia, even the taste of
spring rain or requisite morning coffee.
In days so rent with common
occurrences, look beyond
what is there.
05/02/2024 j.g.l.
What becomes of days past, the ones that remind you of people or places; even those you have long forgotten?
April now a slight shadow, I can look back and wonder what really happened in the external world as I put aside the time to concentrate solely on my own concerns. Perhaps it was selfish, or self-absorbed, but there had to be something inside the time within the lines that further defines who, or what, I am.
It must be more than a guessing game.
Through the years, it has become far too easy to dwell on reflections of days, weeks or months left behind. Or is it avoidance?
Internal thought often neglects external stimulation. Often it holds me back.
May now, June definitely on the horizon, and there will be vistas beyond.
It is the way it happens and has always been.
Remember?
Even those places and people you avoided thinking about, or didn’t admit to considering, remain more than misplaced memories. Everything has an impact.
I can only step ahead mindful that there was something that influenced my behaviour(s) as I endeavored to move forward. My direction dictates next steps, yet I do so knowing I am stronger because of what was experienced.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
