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.
Fear, overwhelmingly, an
immediate response. Anxiety,
internally, and eternally now
the reaction to the ever-increasing
random acts of hatred.
Undue violence, a surprise,
but not. Not now. Not again.
Just another headline.
Just another day. Death doled out
in syncopated sound bites,
images flooding our screens
between messages of love
on Valentine’s Day, snapshots
of sunsets, carefree kittens,
and a selfie of somebody trying
to make it through another day.
Again. Of course we ask why,
and then remember the last time.
Was it seventeen or eighteen?
Again. Not again.
The outpouring of emotion,
global grief. Hardened hearts
giving in to anger at the event,
and the hypothesis of why, but
mostly the calculated misgivings
of those who know better,
but refuse to express the cause
of their inaction. Again.
Troubled times; that was long ago.
This is more. Greater. Further.
Deeper. We’ve lost life, and most
everything else a just society is
capable of. We cannot lose hope.
Not now. Not yet. Not again.
Prayers go unanswered, laws
remain unchanged, and this
dark shadow obscures our vision
as we watch. As we grieve.
Just another headline. Another
image. Not another life. Not again.
What have we learned? Questions
will form, and answers will follow,
but when?
©2018 j.g. lewis
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.