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.
Failed attempts or application.
Unfitting. State of a nation.
Weak argument. Nothing’s ever new
Happenstance. Déjà vu.
Here and now is now or never,
the lives, the lies, go on forever.
This ain’t living.
Injustice. You can’t breathe.
Chests rise and fall, like democracy.
Architects of misery,
we can’t ignore, or let be.
Air so heavy. Birds don’t fly.
Politician postures, no one cries.
This ain’t breathing.
Build a nation or build a wall
Ignorance, above all.
Embarrassing priorities.
Prime time for all to see.
Unbalanced power, it’s not right
Hypocrisy in plain sight.
This ain’t working.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Throughout January, Mythos & Marginalia is looking at Where We are, as witnessed by contributing writers from across this magnificent planet.
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.
