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
Our paths shift, circumstance and
attitude shaping our trajectory.
The company we keep alters both
our outlook and destination.
We are where we are
mainly because of who we are
and whom we are with.
04/16/2024 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.
The past and the present
are light years apart.
You’ve stumbled, and stalled,
and have made several starts.
You wish and you’ve worried
but have always been clear,
there’s far more going on
than what you see here.
Distractions, sheer delusions,
inner-conflict and insight,
a conscious decision not to just
get it done, but get it right.
There’s no point looking back,
it’s not about where you’ve been.
Right now it is time to
wake up and dream.
j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Vacant afternoon in the August heat,
the summer sun a tactile pleasure.
Perfect for a lazy day.
Find a spot with a little shade, or a
lot of sunscreen in direct light.
Relax with a book; allow your mind
to wander through, and your fingers
to caress, the pages of a mystery,
classic literature, trash fiction, or
memoir.
Delve into the emotion with devotion,
at your leisure. Find time for an old
favorite, or new romance. Touch the
pages, and let them touch you. Soak up
the words and let the feeling take you
through the week, and beyond.
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.