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.
Whisper of Truth
We strive or struggle
in this tempestuous atmosphere,
mindful of words measured
or immediate,
and whispered as intended.
Velocity and circumstance differ.
Interpretation, introspection,
the memories remain
as we see
this poetry we breathe.
Rhythm and patterns suggest
scattered thoughts,
unparalleled emotions, and
a decency to remind
the heart to remember.
©2016 j.g. lewis
April, every April,
but especially this April
is Poetry Month
Read, write, recite,
poetry.
Celebrate poetry & poets.
There is poetry
everywhere. It belongs
anywhere.
Find some you like,
don’t be afraid to share.
Poetry. Write your own
should you care.
Each day, every day,
every April
(but especially this April)
there will be new poetry.
Every day. Right here
Find your way.
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.
2 replies on “April Is Poetry Month”
Loving it! Thanks J.G.
Love your poetry JG!