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.
Our actions are defined by our intentions, or they should be.
How a situation presents itself immediately appeals or engages with our pre-sets; the morals, ethics, and internal rules of order we, generally, abide by.
We pre-condition ourselves by what we have experienced in the past. These are our learned behaviours or patterns.
We do what we do because of what we have done.
We may act accordingly but, more importantly, how we interact with others is often shaped by previous experience. Sometimes this is required; other times it places limits on what we can or can’t do because of the fear that has built up over time.
We set rules to protect our being.
This, in many ways, can be safe but not always satisfying.
What would happen if you were to react differently?
What if you gave a circumstance or emotion another chance?
Would you expand your horizons or would you, once again, find yourself humbled or hurt?
Only you know the right action.
02/26/2018 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.