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.
We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
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.
no longer lost
as for a moment, my denial
my arrogance, my ego, slip away
an unblemished reality
no longer blinded by the above
(the ego or arrogance)
I struggle with a sudden clarity
no longer,
no longer frightened of losing
what I have (ego, arrogance)
but of allowing my self
to lose what I have become
as but a moment, my clarity
requires no ego
my arrogance, the unblemished reality
foreseen and foregone
my clarity, if sudden
found
no longer in my self
(no ego, nor arrogance)
but in what I become
what I will become
no longer
no longer frightening
no longer at a loss
as for any moment
(of unblemished reality)
no ego or arrogance
will mask what I have become
no longer losing
no longer lost
no longer denied
©2015 j.g. lewis
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.