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: November 2020
Monday was good, it usually is, as the week is a little short on the uptake.
Yet the weekend bliss, being what it is, has subsided by Tuesday and all
those things you thought were dead and gone seem to be back. Of course,
then, there is something new.
By Wednesday there are things in your week you never expected you would
have to deal with in your entire life, and they arrived without explanation.
They were still there on Thursday.
You put up a good fight, and so far, nothing has got the best of you. You feel
unsure.
Today is the big test, how will it be?
You made it through yesterday. . . now let’s see how you do with today.
j.g.l.
Posted on November 20, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
You see the signs,
people maintaining
physical distance and
wearing a mask.
Taking their time,
respectful of other
customers, the efforts
are appreciated.
Less and less, there
is disrespect; those
who can’t or won’t
comply. Why?
Show some respect.
Wear a mask.
11/20/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on November 19, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Disparaging comments,
insults or innuendo,
claims against my name,
I hear them. Feel no shame.
I know my worth,
are you certain of yours?
What you say
says so much.
Hear what I’m saying?
11/19/2020 j.g.l.
Graffiti,
now, like poetry, it means
what you want it to mean.
You might not notice
