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
Slow down: even with the ideas that come to quicky. Take the time to acknowledge the feelings that arrive, as they arrive.
Write it down. How else will you remember what you were thinking?
Print neatly. You hardly understand the thoughts at the time, why make it more difficult to comprehend weeks or years from now?
Follow your own logic; only you need to truly make sense of what is happening, or all that has happened.
Pay attention to the lessons of the past. Be mindful that not all are worth repeating.
Clarity. Make corrections as you go. Flaws become more difficult to correct the longer you live with them.
11/14/2024 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.
By Heather E. Cameron
We are lost in shells of a former self
Locked in prisons of longing
Tucked away on the back of a shelf
Lessons learned from the wrong things
We are stuck in a time of regression
In a boat we know will sink
Trapped in our minds of depression
With our own thoughts we no longer can think
We are wandering these beat-up streets
Throwing our hearts and souls away
While the oceans are no longer clean sheets
And the skies are nothing but gray
We are sitting in the in-between
Waiting for the magic
Not willing to save the scenes
Where this play has become quite tragic
We are headed to a place where weapons of old no longer protect us
A place of despair and fear
But I’m going to hitch a ride on this struggle bus
Before we all just disappear
@ 2019 hec_poetry
Heather E Cameron is a poet from the small town of Wauconda IL. where you can find her drinking coffee and dreaming of big cities and wide landscapes.Follow her work on Instagram @hec_poetry
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.