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.
Month: April 2015
refusal
she insists
on finding beauty
in my madness
a lover, yes
she will not be turned away
yet I, in my cowardice
refuse
her longing
refuse to accept
linear and lyrical poetry
consistency
gentle ways
deep caring eyes
yet
all I see is compromise
I say I dream
she says she understands
how
is that possible
if I don’t
and don’t want to
conversations
between the lines
more pronounced
or definite
daydreams mid-sentence
even I
can’t interpret
not
wanting
the responsibility
I refuse distractions
unable to look
beyond a certain end
below the surface
past bruises and invisible scars
I have no shame
in what’s there
hidden more beneath the skin
I just don’t want to
talk about it
©2015 j.g. lewis
This month was all about the poetry.
Posted on April 29, 2015 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
I didn’t watch that movie
but I’m familiar with the scene
and how it ends
or when it starts
the moments in between
I haven’t seen the movie
though I’m sure I wrote the book
hopeful when it all began
now I can’t read it
I can’t look
This month is all about poetry.
Something new every day.
Posted on April 29, 2015 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
She first held my hand
five delicate fingers, swallowed up
in my palm. Fingers grasping
at my fingers.
Tiny.
No indication of such a big life.
There was comfort
Reassurance.
A small hand, I thought I could
hold it forever.
Tighter
to keep it there.
Stop it from growing
The hand has grown, still delicate
there
in my palm.
Now that of a woman
like no other
a part of me.
Like
no other woman.
She is full with
room to grow
to emerge.
She is what I have, and
the one who is
always there.
As I have tried to be.
A strength more than physical
difficult
to comprehend.
A gentle patience, a
small hand,
wisdom larger than
life itself.
I want to hold her hand
a while longer
to reassure
I have done something right
in this world.
When there
I have no questions.
None of myself, as a human being
or otherwise.
I host
too many doubts
which have withered
my ability
to see.
In her I see what I am and
what I could be.
If nothing else,
the one good thing
I can be
and will always be
to her.
©2015 j.g. lewis
