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 2020
Denied expression,
she to only watch and
feel. Nothing
spoken. Nothing
gained. Another voice
stifled, one less
colour to bleed into
the blackness
of humanity.
Vacancy.
Deny her voice;
take away her life.
Let her speak
and this
fractured planet
becomes enlightened.
Dare not
take away the light
of our daughters,
mothers,
or lovers.
We learn,
we are aroused,
we are formed by even
the voices
of strangers.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
Posted on March 6, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
What is your reason?
Or do you even feel
the need to explain
yourself?
03/06/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on March 5, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
All of those reminders
you seem to ignore. To-do lists
and sticky notes, a calendar full
of times and dates and places
you need to be.
Easy to see. Hard to believe.
A schedule filled with time
that is never yours.
You do what you do, as
often as you can, in days
made up of meetings, some only
about the meetings
you just had.
Productivity has a purpose
lost in endless days.
Performance has a habit of
getting lost along the way.
It is not about the time, but
only the time you get.
It’s never what you remember,
but what you seem to forget.
03/05/2020 j.g.l.
