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.
If I were to write you a letter,
what would you want me to say?
Would you be content to read
about the weather, would you like
to know of my days?
Could you relate to my trials and
tribulations, would you settle for my
admissions untold? It is possible to
build some sort meaningful dialogue
as life, as we know it, unfolds?
Aren’t we all are seeking greater
answers, better solutions, or reasons
to understand why? If I were to
write you a letter, would you
even bother sending back a reply?
09/23/2017 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.
One reply on “Meaningful Dialogue”
Yes, I would write back and tell you how much I miss you and that I cherish your words and keep the letter tucked into my blouse to keep it near my heart.