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 minds and our screens are flooded, daily, with information and images from known and unknown sources. Everybody wants to catch your eye, it is plain to see, yet many times the message is as flat as the screen in your hand.
You begin to question motives, manners, and the actual message (often 280 characters or less). It’s getting worse, really, as people or corporations are trying harder to get noticed in this sea of unrecognizability.
We are all looking for information or entertainment, and we click evermore frequently on the devices which have become the way we communicate in this digital age.
I am clicking more, but I know I have to question, more frequently, what I am finding in front of me.
We all do.
I guess it’s about authenticity, as you try to go beyond what you see.
Look at all that is there; the flawless facade diverts attention from what is inside. Advertising is often this way (always has been), liking the sizzle over the steak or the icing instead of the cake; there is a focus on an image that can only be skin deep.
The body is buff, impeccably dressed, a smile full of teeth, the package presented in perfect condition, but the content that comes out of the mouth is far less than expected.
You begin to question what is really there.
I’m looking for originality.
Honesty, even in its awkwardness, is always preferable. You should say what you mean, and mean what you say. How else can you expect to get through this day to day?
Seek the meaning in the words and celebrate those which mean something to you.
We are all looking for meaning.
I’m looking, now especially, for more clarity. I am looking to write all I can see, flaws and all.
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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.