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.
– Gravity has a role to play, and
each of us has a place in the
universe, but there are times
when things line up and, even
despite distance, the results
are astounding.
– Things take time, but if you are
patient, you will see results.
– You have to look up, or you
will miss a few miracles.
– There are 24 hours in a day.
Some days are brighter than
others, and sometimes clouds
get in the way, but you still need
to make the most out of every
hour. Time is finite; though your
enjoyment of time need not be.
– If you are going to stay up late,
make it worthwhile.
– Entertainment and amusement
is not always man made.
– Some times you just have to sit
and allow time to pass. You
cannot rush and, if you try not
to, you will enjoy the moments.
– Don’t expect things to be what
they are built up to be, accept
them as they are and see the
beauty that is there.
– A camera can capture the
moment, but your mind
holds the memory.
– Some things are worth waiting for.
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.