sunlight navigates its way
between
what was and what
is still to come
friday
not just any day
you find the freedom
to notice
transformation happening
as it should
look up
will you see what you should
or observe
all you have neglected
04/26/2024 j.g.l.
Qualifying questions, remedial response.
Knowledge of situations often haunt.
What we know or have been told.
We tell ourselves we just don’t know.
Answers formed by thoughts untold.
Rumour and misinformation often sold.
Conspiracy theories tend to rule the day.
Bare truth and logic will get in the way.
04/22/2024 j.g.l.
Current Thoughts
Open your mouth, let words
bypass lips. Converse consciously
to brethren or bystanders.
Reach out to
close friends gone amiss.
Be not afraid, not now, of
articulating current thoughts and
accomplishments of which
you are proud, and even your sins
(for we have all owned a few)
might seem far less tragic
from an altered point of view.
Give fresh voice
to insecurities and anxieties hidden
within your self, speak highly of
those dusty dreams
languishing on a shelf.
Past sullen moments cast a
lengthy shadow, short-term
expectations tend to dull down
long-term possibilities.
Talk freely around all you want,
or hope, or desire to be.
Each intention will resonate
with those who wholly believe.
Understanding takes effort.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
April 18th is Poem in Your Pocket Day
a day to celebrate poetry by selecting a poem,
carrying it in your pocket, and sharing with the
friends and strangers who cross your path.
Share a poem wherever the day takes you, as you
would share a smile, a gesture, or your kindness.
Sharing is caring.
April is Poetry Month
take a poem to lunch
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.
No time for a summer friend
No time for the love you send
Seasons change and so did I
You need not wonder why
You need not wonder why
There’s no time left for you
No time left for you
No Time
Bachman/Cummings The Guess Who
Every year, about this time, this song plays in my head. Every year. It comes with the season, autumn, when change happens quickly. A couple of cool nights, and the world is awash with colour.
It’s short lived, and though the season may last a while, all the vibrancy of life we have enjoyed over the past months seems to run out. The rain becomes cooler, the winds become harsh, and the world becomes grey and vacant.
Seasons change, and so did I.
I was about 10 years old when I first heard this song. At that time The Guess Who were big, not just by Canadian standards, but on a worldwide scale. They were bigger than a bunch of Winnipeg boys could ever have imagined.
I grew up about two hours down the highway from Winnipeg, and we heard a lot of the band’s ‘Wheatfield Soul’ on the radio while growing up. I had the records.
Seasons change and so did I.
I am still growing up. The song keeps playing, melodic, timeless, and real.
No Time is just one of the many hits from the songwriting duo of Randy Bachman and Burton Cummings, and it might not even be my favorite song from the group, but it is the one that comes to me year after year.
The lyrics hit me, in this season, more than any other time, and they hit me in a different way, every year, as I grow older. There are few songs (from this band, or otherwise) that can do this, this consistently, after more than four decades.
Seasons change and so did I.
I have. I continue to change, each season, every year. It is songs like this that remind us of the seasons of our lives, and how we have changed, how our lives are altered, and how, surely, we will continue to change.
You need not wonder why.
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.