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 pencil and paper, cup of coffee
or tea, a moment to yourself for
inexpensive therapy.
Take a sip, then pick up the pencil
and begin writing everything that
comes to mind.
Don’t think so much as write,
don’t think of the reason why or
think about time, just write.
Stream-of-consciousness, let it
flow, you might be surprised at
what you know or what spills onto
the page. Write on. Let it bleed.
Random thoughts or something
less specific, problems you have
faced or promises that once were
made, each thought or word carries
some sort of meaning. You might
even question the reason for being,
but some sort of narrative will slowly
come to be.
Important, however, to let out the
thoughts, and to read and see what’s
been taking up space. Once it has
been written out you are better able
to comprehend, or just acknowledge
a lot of stuff you’ve been ignoring.
Give it some time, perhaps every
Monday, or try for a week. Just write,
just see. Just be.
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.