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
Is this yours
this memory
a shard of remorse
a paper moon forgotten of course
lessons learned
Wound beneath the skin
pain requires a destination
spirit within
without a body outside of time
common sense disabled
wisdom left behind
What else do you need?
11/12/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on November 11, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
The eleventh hour
of the 11th day, in
this eleventh month. This day
is important, a year we cannot
gather together to remember.
Few of us know of
the days, even less
who remember. We cannot share
close thoughts or memories of
those who sacrificed. For us.
For what we know
now, and that which
we do not appreciate as much as
we could. As much as we should
care even more, as we remember.
11/11/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on November 10, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
I don’t think
we can accept
face value at
face value
I have
too may questions and
too much time
on my hands
to believe everything
we are told
There is always
more than
meets the eye
Look further
Go beyond
What you are told
11/10/2020 j.g.l.
