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.
I always do the right thing,
consistently I try to deal
with life’s perplexities, but
seldom question why.
Adapt or accommodate, it
may take a while longer, yet
I tolerate. Obstructions
and random barriers always
come into play, difficulties
are quite organic, built-in
so they say. It’s by design
and there is a will and
certainly a certain way.
Rising up each morning on
the right side of the bed,
the slightest irritation won’t
stop all that lies ahead.
Nothing will prevent me
from exploring what
is mine, conscious of my
direction, left with thoughts
bordering on sublime.
Often accused of backwards
thinking, it’s quite the
opposite I suggest. My style
is more open-minded and
frequently put to the test. I’m
counter to conformity, it’s the
way I am and have always
been. I surrender to my
passions, but don’t retreat
when a white flag is unfurled.
It’s my left-handed logic
in a right-handed world.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
something new every day
spread the words
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.