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
Slow down: even with the ideas that come to quicky. Take the time to acknowledge the feelings that arrive, as they arrive.
Write it down. How else will you remember what you were thinking?
Print neatly. You hardly understand the thoughts at the time, why make it more difficult to comprehend weeks or years from now?
Follow your own logic; only you need to truly make sense of what is happening, or all that has happened.
Pay attention to the lessons of the past. Be mindful that not all are worth repeating.
Clarity. Make corrections as you go. Flaws become more difficult to correct the longer you live with them.
11/14/2024 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.
Brightening sky, the questioning why,
each day. World not awake, not yet,
and neither are you. Off to work, or
off to where? The road ahead,
you only stare.
This is not living, but coping. Existing,
at this hour. We do
what we must, as we can, in the space
stretching between silence and
satisfaction. Biding time,
tempted by what we know
and what we need. Questioning why.
Another try, day for day,
find your way. Another wait.
Familiar road. Days the same, no one
to blame, but your self. If you choose,
if you see,
if you try, if you feel.
The bills arrive, of that we know.
Is this the only way to go? Live,
as you can, and must, amid the truth,
without the trust. Questioning sky,
common day, recognizable road,
is there another way?
It is as much about how you navigate
your way through daylight,
as it is through the darkness.
Take the time, know what is right,
sustain yourself through the light.
© 2016 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.