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.
Blessed with unseasonably warm temperatures over the past few days, I decided it was time to dust off the bicycle.
My bike is old but, like me, with a little oil and fresh air it functions remarkably well. Both my body and bike have had a fair share of scrapes through the years and have had a number of parts replaced. They’ve both been around the block a couple a couple of times, but still have plenty of miles left.
The first ride of the year was just a chance to get outside; there was no set route, and no particular destination in mind. It certainly wasn’t full-stream-ahead cycling. Heck, I even stopped and sat in the park for a while.
You notice things more clearly on a bicycle. It’s humane. You’re right there, at street level, and can easily see changes to the neighbourhood. When you move through the same area by car, streetcar or bus, you are more shielded and possibly moving too fast.
I wasn’t the only one out taking advantage of the weather. The parks and streets were full of people, parkas and scarves left at home. It felt better than it has for months.
On a bike, it seems you are allowed a little more time to look around, maybe even the chance to lift your face to the sun and feel the natural warmth.
Ever conscious of the rear-view mirror, as you ride, you mostly look ahead.
That’s where we are all going.
03/10/2020 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.