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 2017
ingenuous lesbian
neither concealing her spirit
nor flaunting an attitude
amidst
a corrupt and callous society
knowing her genius
recognizing her time
will come
but not easily
she knows of those
who have not the courage
or compassion to
accept
what they do not understand
it is not only about sex
but a
greater love beyond
a smaller mind
© 2017 j.g. lewis
Posted on April 4, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
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
A handful of days and
the highest intentions,
yet life never receives
our fullest attention.
Always bills to be paid
for debts that we owe,
or time is consumed
by people we know.
Distracted by night,
or word on the street,
work is fulfilling,
but never complete.
Weekends arrive, and
never too soon,
month over month: April,
May, then soon again June.
Try as we might
to move day at a time,
we stumble, we forget
without reason or rhyme.
Attempts to remember
forever test our retention,
always so much to do.
and too much to mention.
04/3/17 j.g.l.
