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.
I was surprised by the notification; my screen time was down 12 per cent last week. It was down about 10 per cent the week before (I’ve got one of those apps on my iPhone).
I know I’ve been looking less, or being selective about what I’m watching or reading, but I didn’t think it was that noticeable. I believe it’s crucial to keep up with all that’s going on, particularly in these isolating times; information is important. However, misinformation is more than concerning and it seems to run rampant on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram.
I’ve even cut down on my news intake lately. CBC news is responsive and accurate and I do catch many hourly news updates, particularly the reports first thing in the morning, because I need to know. But, after a while, you tire of nothing but disease and death (and politicians), so I’ll switch over to classical music, or the jazz station. Or silence.
I’ve been listening to more of my records lately and I’ve been reading more consistently than I have in years.
It seems, in these days of self-isolation and physical distance, I’m finding a little more comfort in things less technical.
03/30/2020 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.