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
Two Characters
It mattered not
that she was naked
or vain,
whether her flesh held
a starburst
of freckles
or was rough, and creased
and old.
Wealthy, brunette
and fat,
or
poverty’s daughter,
it did not matter.
Only that
she
was allowed to live
on a vacant, white page.
It mattered only
to him.
For he, himself, knew
of her vulnerabilities
and,
of his.
That she would breath
his thoughts
did not matter to
him.
For when she could
stand alone, even
awkwardly, on the page,
haute couture
or otherwise,
she would find her
independence, from him.
©2014 j.g. lewis
This month is all about poetry.
Something new every day.
Posted on April 8, 2015 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment"Poetry, like the moon, does not advertise anything." - William BlissettPosted on April 8, 2015 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Errors and misfortunes freely
broadcast across unregulated
airspace
for all to see. And devour.
No space, no time for indignation.
No place for pride, nor gentlemen
worthy
of such ambition.
Nothing remains safe or sacred
in the mesh of sound bites and
sensationalism.
Nothing is permanent.
Except for the scars. Nothing is
everything and then
not at all.
It is all about the power.
All concepts requiring brave
thought overshadowed by a
corrupt few
recklessly tending to so many.
Politics, like commerce, once an
honorable vocation. Now a lowly
blood sport.
We continue watching, transfixed.
Withered victims writhe upon society’s
sidewalks of faith and hope.
Promises
promised. Promises passed over.
Collateral damage in everyone’s
war. A domestic crisis where
nothing
is everything it once was.
©2014 j.g. lewis
