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.
A mix of emotions, shadows
of friendships past,
promises unfulfilled,
and
slight hints of sorrow
obscure the judgment required.
Dawn calls attention
to matters at hand, a signal
to push aside frustrations
and rise above
the tedium.
Recognize the wonder.
Realize both the
true vast colour
hiding
behind the shades
and what can
be found in
this fundamentally
miraculous day.
j.g.l.
November Rain
wet pavement
and leaves
incense for a time
the scent reaching for
reminders
when and how
november rain
washing away the silence
striking down fear
we sit
saying nothing
feeling
all has been forgotten
all we know is real
you want to believe
despite
what you tell yourself
confusing confusion with
wanderlust
and bewilderment
truth will last
longer than the rain
washing away the silence
pulling off the pain
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.