How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
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.
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.
a poem
is not
a poem
until
you choose to share
until then
only
words
and thoughts
of which only you can care
until you
speak
or
offer sight
words are only words
impotent
restless
on the page
or screen
insignificant until heard
j.g.l.
March 21 is World Poetry Day,
a day for celebrating diversity,
language, and sharing. Declared
by UNESCO in 1999, the aim of
this day is to support linguistic
diversity with poetic expression
and increasing the opportunities
for endangered languages to be
heard. Today we read, write and
share poetry as a language unto
itself, regardless of dialogue or
accent. Today, more than ever
we need to share our voices,
share our words and our world.
03/21/2020 j.g.l.
REMEMBER APRIL
IS POETRY MONTH
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.