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.
I have a history of daydreams, periods in which my mind goes beyond where I am supposed to be to where I might want to be.
Often, in my younger days, I was chastised for not following along in class, or not being present mentally or emotionally. Teachers and parents thought it a concentration problem, but in the end it was simply boredom. My mind needed to be active and, many times, school lessons didn’t allow for all that.
Nobody understands daydreams – at least nobody seemed willing to accept that I could brighten up a dull, dreary math class (or other such meaningless event) by letting my mind travel to more important thoughts, or places.
Daydreams, apparently, were bad things; things that interfered with productivity and purpose. Obviously I thought otherwise.
Yes, daydreams take you away from the present, but perhaps there is a reason. Maybe we need to see the possibility instead of what is provided for us.
Maybe a daydream signifies a better place, or idea, or something out of the ordinary?
Don’t we already live with enough ordinary?
So even now, a little older and questionably wiser, I still daydream. I’ve become quite good at it, in fact, many times I don’t even know that I’m doing it. But I enjoy the results.
Daydreams allow you to exercise imagination, add colour to the confusion, propose solutions to the problems of the day, and help you cope along the way. Daydreams allow a little more latitude than we are normally permitted, and can help make sense of this thing we call life.
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.