Month: September 2024

Posted on September 24, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

The next chance depends upon your last reason, whatever that was.

   We all have a lot of reasons, claims, explanations or affirmations. Excuses are different, both with chances and the latest reasoning. No revelation there; haven’t you known for some time? You have no excuse. You’ve simply waited for something better to take place, or come along, or happen on its own.

   Look at you. Still waiting.

   What else would you do?

   Is hope that much different than chance?

   Not in my experience.

   Now, I’m not sure of my fitness to offer sound or superior advice, but others — those who seem too frightened to dream — genuinely embrace this dire expectation that we shall all be lulled into complacency.

   Sounds like absolute mediocrity to me.

   For no other reason than that, I’ll take my chances.

09/24/2024                                                                                                               j.g.l.

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Posted on September 23, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

     Gradient change.

All we have been offered

unto this day will be altered

in meaning and ways

unthought of until now.

     Variables: life’s way

of maintaining interest in

any subject or circumstance.

This is the nature of change.

     Miracles beyond

immediate comprehension,

what remains are patterns of

perspective guiding us toward

coming days.

     Already analogous, yet

not at all. My soul always finds

great comfort in the fall.

09/23/2024                                                                                              j.g.l.

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Posted on September 22, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

“I notice that Autumn is more the

  season of the soul than of nature.”

                             -Friedrich Nietzsche

 

   Autumn: is there more 

to think about, or more time 

to think about it? 

   We spend hours and days 

considering change, 

bewildering change, less based 

in time than on feelings.

   Neither bleak as winter, nor

sultry like summer, certainly 

not as messy as the spring 

announcing its arrival mostly 

with daily rain washing away 

any evidence of 

where we have been. 

   Autumn keeps us waiting;

it keeps us guessing. 

   It might not feel right 

until it does. Unpredictable, 

more a sensation than a day, 

date, or wait, Autumn will 

say hello only when 

it feels like it.

 

09/22/2024                                                                                                        j.g.l.