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.
Month: August 2018
Obstacles,
impairments,
mood and mindset
can alter the view.
It is not always clear,
and often unknown.
Do you see what’s
in front of you?
Can you see
your way through?
Never just another day,
there is always, however,
another way.
08/10/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on August 9, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
I thought I wanted to live
deliberately, but hesitation
held me back.
Cautious consideration
will interrupt the intention
of your interpretations.
There is a gap between
honesty and a perceived
want for sincerity.
Time delay. Uncertainty.
Hesitation pulled me back,
words I cannot say have
slowly become lost
in translation.
I failed to see, and
kept trying to believe.
I forgot the real meaning
is defined by truth.
Authenticity is good,
there is less to explain.
08/09/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on August 8, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Nothing is closer than it appears,
anxiety reminding me of threadbare fears,
debt and delusion won’t find me here;
night driving takes it away.
I do not look back, but glance
at what I’ve passed, headlights meet my eyes
at the mirror, time has lapsed,
rear view explains I won’t see them again.
From where to there, somewhere,
then back again. I drive.
Beyond the highway, white lines, traffic signs,
eyes align, taking it in and ignoring it all.
If you can see past the sunset
you will always believe
life sorts itself out at any speed.
Streetlights shed halogen haze,
bleary-eyed travellers flowing either way.
Cars, end to end. Hypnotic blend,
eyes fixed, eyes focused, straight ahead.
Night driving leads me away and returns,
again. Depending on the view.
Spit-second living, rarely comprehending.
Where is everybody going; not always home,
not always knowing. Destination uncertain,
we are all passengers
of our own accord. Mistakes,
complications and reparations.
It’s taking and giving and letting it flow.
Driving. Night has no secrets.
Night always knows.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
