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.
An afternoon with spare time. Six degrees
of separation. and open minds. Convenient,
yet unplanned. Everybody coincidentally,
becomes much closer than it seems.
Proximity matters less than distance,
accidental or in quintessence. A smile,
familiar stranger, friendly face, a dose of
unaccounted grace. This planet becomes
a little smaller when it all leads back to
one place. Who knew or questioned why?
Who even thought of a need to try?
Café bustling with warm souls, make
more room at the table. Common courtesies,
another cup of tea, and familial follies mix
with time-tested fable. Everybody becomes
a little closer. Asking questions, it’s all
so kosher. Life lessons are never taught,
history and geography all for naught.
If you take the time to ask, show concern
enough to care, often you will discover
there is more than what was there.
04/4/17 ©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.