Each season has a taste and
a time, offering remembrances
of those before and anticipation
for what may happen next.
Every season begins anew and
then fades into the next, a cycle
which honors us, and then lets go,
as it must. Life is full of days and
weeks, months, and years. As they
ripen, savor the moments, preserve
what you can, and then be open to
change as you allow fresh tastes,
and the coming time, lively thoughts
and open minds.
j.g.l.
You trust
what you must.
You see
what you want to see.
You believe
as much as you can
before the doubt
settles in.
08/30/2019 j.g.l.
Often we fail, but rarely
do we fully understand
the circumstances or
cause of the setback.
It’s not that there is not
a reason, or a lesson, to
the experience; we simply
choose to assiduously
concentrate on the result
instead of realistically
examining our efforts,
Why always has an answer.
08/29/2019 j.g.l.
Confused by what is important,
outside of the deception,
outside of the party lines,
guided by misplaced trust.
We have become
disciples of those with
as many faces
as hands.
Did you know
the ramifications of what they’re
saying or the power
they have?
Politics.
I wonder what is important
outside of the violence
outside of the gleaming excesses.
I don’t think this world
needs to hear more political apologies
every single day.
We all lead hectic lives,
we think – or hope – that I or anyone
can be forgiven for forgetting
what happened when
we trusted
leadership and looking forward.
No accountability.
We do not
blame – or fault – you, I or anyone
trapped by this contagion, this sin
brought on
by ego and ignorance.
Politics. The evil within.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
What beliefs, thoughts, or
random confusion, keeps you
awake at night?
Does it happen often?
How do you deal with it,
at the time, or in the days and
weeks that follow?
I don’t wish to believe in the
soul-sucking cacophony of
ego-battling ideologies,
but I’ve become drawn into
the debate simply as a means
of protecting my humanity, or
maintaining my sanity.
It’s not fair, and it is not
right, but at 4:04 a.m.,
I find myself searching for
ways to protect myself.
How do you keep yourself
safe from spineless demons or
or self-centered shareholders
concerned with only profit or
pain?
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.