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.
What do you do when your desire to create is stronger than the will to do so?
I had one of those days yesterday.
Having returned from my morning wander and resolved something lyrical (which had been overwhelming me for a couple of days), I felt, at first, that I could make great strides with whatever I chose to work on (being a Gemini, I’ve often got two, three, or more projects on the go). None of them were calling to me yesterday, and the few scant lines on a fresh poem would not motivate me further.
I decided to get away from it all and go for a bike ride.
I thought maybe some fresh air and adrenaline would quell my inner conflict or move my mind forward.
I ended up in Trinity Bellwoods Park, after navigating traffic far thicker than I though it would be. It was a glorious day, and people were out and about (like me).
I parked my bike, sat under a tree, and did nothing but people watching and taking in all the colour. I didn’t even take my camera. A Dixieland jazz band then marched on by and brightened my spirits.
I took out a random notepad and jotted down a few more phrases, a couple of words that had come to me during my ride, and a part of a poem that, right now, makes little sense.
But it might someday.
On those days when nothing makes sense, and really nothing has to, take good notes.
Tuck away the motivation and inspiration for later, when your mood or your mindset improves.
Untill then, enjoy the outside or whatever else you have planned (or unplanned) for the day.
08/10/2020 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.