I could write about
my buoyant mood
or fluctuating state
of optimism. My
will and my wishes
could easily show a
plan or a goal, or
even inner vision.
Yesterday’s gentle
memories or today’s
unattributed sense
of satisfaction, are
considerable enough
to allow the pencil
some action. I could
think of those things,
and cherish them all,
but in simpler form
a flower says it all.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
Information
is always there
not always
obvious or apparent
but available
if you look
closely
between the lines
you might see
something
important or otherwise
Information is like that
© 2020 j.g. lewis
Often, occasionally, sporadically,
even spontaneously,
I make mistakes.
They happen naturally:
a missed word or apostrophe,
my mind gets moving and
I fail to see the errs of my ways,
or errors throughout the day.
It is, or was, or has been
when I write or what I say.
Incidentally or accidentally,
it goes without saying,
but the fact remains
I make mistakes.
Every day.
We learn from our mishaps, or
should anyway, we try to
improve and continue
to count the ways. What we do
and how we behave
counts for a lot.
My eraser rubbed raw
by attempts and change,
I continue to make mistakes.
Forgive me please when
my thoughts go amiss, and
remember I am human amidst
this confusion or corruption
we all experience.
I make mistakes,
I may fail or fall,
yet remain myself, flaws and all.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
© 2020 j.g. lewis
You might not have what it takes, or you may be overqualified, but it should not take away your desire to try and do what you want to do.
You may not get the results you intended, or you could be pleasantly surprised at what happens.
Either way, you will learn more by trying than by regretting that you didn’t make an attempt.
Go ahead.
Give it a try.
What else will you do with all that time?
© 2021 j.g. lewis