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 2016
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
what do you think
when you wake if
you wake
in the dark
do night thoughts
continue
where left off
the soul occupying
your head
beside you
there
as if a dream
can you taste
the cool breeze feel
sweat on the skin
residue of
a divine moment
where words
whispered before
ignited a firestorm
full moon
your purpose to love
all the more
realized
reflected back
there
satisfied
breathless
and true
to your purpose
and promise
© 2016 j.g. lewis
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April is Poetry Month
something new every day
spread the words
Poetry arrives where you are, amid
the random contradictions and
unforeseen circumstances
littering the scenery.
If allowed, a poem takes you
where it needs to be.
If ignored, you remain suspended in
a state of malignant bewilderment,
unable to see past the
bullshit and idioms served up
by the tragically self-absorbed
merchants of fear.
If fortunate, you will be united
with the common sense and justice
erupting from each line or stanza.
Until then there is bad television,
taxes, and weak take-out coffee.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
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April is Poetry Month
something new every day
spread the words
