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 spent some time over the past couple of weekends trying to put an office into order. It’s a terribly comfortable place to sit and write (sunlit room with an amazing ergo chair), but sometimes I become too accustomed to the mess that accumulates around me.
I like to know where everything is, and believe it is always within reach. Most of the time it is never where I want it when I need it.
So, this was a meaningful attempt to clear clutter from the desktop and remove excess material from the shelves. There were plenty of well-used journals, books I’ve read but once, and the ones I have yet to get around to. Then there are those scraps of paper, or ideas, I have not done anything with. Important, yes, but there they sit. They take up space.
It takes time to collect and a lot of waiting to determine the value of things which seemed crucial, or interesting, upon acquisition. Months, or years, later you have to decide whether to discard, put back on the shelf, or in a drawer (out of sight, out of mind).
I can be a hoarder, mostly of memories, of little things deemed of sentimental value. I see worth slightly more than purpose.
I’ve tried to put things back on the right shelf, or into a space they can sit purposefully until useful.
Sadly, the order will not remain as it is, or as it should be. I’m sure.
Knowing myself as well as I do (or care to admit), this attempt at organization will go off the tracks as it usually does. In the process I may have discovered a thing or two, perhaps, or made a deeper promise to myself to become more orderly. But, surely soon I will be seduced by a new concept, an easier method, or a time-saving alternative.
Still I try to become more organized; order is the least I can ask of myself.
11/26/2018 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.