How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 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.
Pour out your emotions,
throw down the match.
The page will burn.
Charred words spread
as cinders in the wind,
settling amidst the
deceit and detritus
obscuring our lives.
Beauty when they land,
a benevolence from
where they originate,
each word whole, and
true, and self-sustaining.
j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month.
I will live and breathe poetry
each day this month. My daily
breath will include bits and
pieces, a few lines, full prose,
stanzas, or just a couple of words.
Some will stay only for a day,
others will remain (click on a
‘a daily breath’ for archives).
Check back as often as you like,
I will be here, as will my words . . .
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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.
One reply on “April is Poetry Month”
I didn’t know this site was here.I will be back. Kudos!