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: March 2019
By Friday, the eyes are weary
and the soul is exhausted.
By Friday, you are more likely
to look past, or look over,
even your own mistakes.
By Friday, you have forgotten
more than you have retained.
It is Friday.
If I don’t remember,
will I be reminded?
03/22/2019 j.g.l.
Posted on March 21, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Memory
or malfunction?
Incidents of that day
stain the threshold of any
further relationship.
How can you hold the power
through all these years
even in absentia?
Sins of omission
won’t go away
by pretending it didn’t happen.
Remind me again
soon, even now,
what it meant
then. When did
it stop?
j.g.l.
World Poetry Day 2019
Posted on March 21, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Not everything you hear
will be what you want to
to hear, but some things
will be more encouraging
than you expected.
Listen. Answers are not
always correct.
03/21/2019 j.g.l.
