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.
The words often don’t
come easily, and the words
are not always correct. Words
can say so much, but may not
say exactly what is meant,
and the feelings can become
lost in translation. We don’t all
speak the same language, or we
each will talk from a very
different place. Emotions, age,
perspective, and experience
will temper both usage and
understanding. Use caution
when interpreting the meaning
of a sentence, statement, or
stanza. Words can confuse.
Words are reused. Words can
heel or words will hurt; some
will do neither. Words will
whisper or words can shout, it
will wholly depend on the
subject you are talking about.
Words can live and words can
thrive. Words are real, in the
context they are supplied,
dependent upon the pressure
when applied. Words can break
your passion, shatter glances,
hold back traffic, or fall out of
fashion, but still carry a blunt
truth. Words need to be heard,
and words need to be read.
Those unspoken words will not
make up for the ones left unsaid.
Speak up. Speak now, or forever
hold your peace. Words can mean
as much, or as little, as you need.
03/04/2018 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.