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.
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
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.
It is unfortunate that we fail to see imperfections as differences, mistakes as learning opportunities, and strangers as potential allies.
It’s confusing at times — working our way through an ever-present caution — as we encounter fewer and fewer people who seem to be making a wholehearted effort in trying to communicate beyond the day-to-day expectations of a society which appears to accept less and less.
How often have you tried to open up beyond the madness? How often have you been shut down?
How often do you feel held back by the lack of honesty, or humanity, expressed in the come and go of all you know?
So now where are you, as much of the world is staring down at the screen and waiting for some sort of a signal? If you are off trying to explore what might be there, how will you know if that sign has arrived?
How will you know you have had all you can have if you still do not know all that you want?
How can you show gratitude when you find fewer and fewer souls willing to accept a certain kind of kindness?
As the year stretches further, and the days grow still darker, all you can find is your self.
There is still time, be patient.
A lot can happen when you least expect.
12/04/2017 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.