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.
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
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.
Just because people agree with you, doesn’t make it right.
For instance, I might say The President of the United States is a deranged, ignorant bigot, with no regard for the diversity and fragility of the human spirit, and there are people who may agree with me.
But, that doesn’t necessarily make me right.
Just as Donald Trump stated over the weekend (and several times before) that many people agree with his (continual and persistent) racist comments.
It does not mean he is correct.
You cannot believe the logic of what is right or what is wrong, based on one man’s opinion, even if he perceives that many, many people agree with him.
You, deep within your self, have to know what’s right, and who has been wronged by opinions, regardless of how many people are in agreement.
07/16/2019 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.