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.
If, in the darkness, you stub a toe
or fall blindly to the floor,
it should be in the direction of
the light attempting to burst
through a crack.
Should you be alone,
do not waste time waiting
for someone to rescue you, but
rather use all your energy to
pick your self up, even if the journey
is in the direction of
someone you know
will understand.
They will accept you
more completely, and offer
greater respect and gratitude
knowing the difficulties
you have encountered.
As you become sidetracked or
led off the path, remember
there is more than one way to get
to your destination.
Observe carefully
detours and distractions keeping you
from what you want,
and be mindful of
all true intentions.
Know the light continues to wait
and will welcome you
with open heart.
When you remain stuck in a rut,
unable to move forward,
know nothing is
too deep to block your light, or
that which is there for you.
It may take
all your intuition as you summon the
spirit which has inspired before, but
you cannot remain
too low for too long, when
you realize the source is never far.
As you arrive, do not ask
why it took so long to see,
but simply
be grateful you found a way back.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
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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.