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.
We feel days turn to weeks, and then months, until you can’t tell one from the other.
Each of us, regardless of city or country, has muddled through the year in a state of temporary displacement.
It’s December now. I might have noticed last week, but it didn’t quite sink in.
It has been like that lately. It’s not been a great time.
You keep wishing the year was over, and then it almost is.
I haven’t done as much as I’d like this year; I haven’t even done what I should have months ago. Since autumn arrived, I’ve been falling behind.
Heck I didn’t complete all my October tasks, let alone November. And now there are December things to do.
Like Christmas cards
I usually, or I try, to get cards out in plenty of time.
I try, or I usually do.
Not so much in 2020.
Christmas cards are important. It’s that one time of a year when you want someone to know you are thinking of him or her; especially this year. We all need to think a little more about those people who fill our lives with meaning, even from a distance.
A Christmas card sends a little love, and whishes for a better year ahead.
12/11/2020 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.