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
A Reality Once
Only a photograph
a split second
less than a breath
greater than a shadow,
light
light
more than a memory.
Laughter and the silence
of sunburnt summers,
innocence and wonder.
My father’s eyes
captured
the measure and
magnificence of youth.
Family, friendship,
and what will
never be again.
Only a photograph.
Images and snapshots
beyond dreams, but
a reality once. Still.
© 2016 ,j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
something new everyday
Spread the words
I’m not the only one
who chooses to write upon the sky.
I’m not the only one
who dreams and wonders why.
I’m not the only one
with words once meant to soothe.
I’m not the only one
who tries to find the truth.
© 2015 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
something new everyday
Spread the words
Only Beauty
