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.
Every once in a while, our lives are blessed by a soul who brightens this planet.
Yesterday we lost one of those people whose talent brought joy to generations, and a voice that will sing on.
No doubt we all have read stories over the past days about who Aretha Franklin was, and have heard the music, and listened as people from all walks of life recall favorite songs, albums, and performances.
We all have moments where a song brings back memories; that is the true magic of music.
I will not list the songs of Aretha that are close to my heart, but I will listen to them as it, somehow, dulls this sadness. This singer had a gift of making any song she sung her own. I hope you also find comfort in that beautiful voice.
08/17/2018 j.g.l.
say a little prayer
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.