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.
Isn’t there always a trail?
What then do you know of
your actions or the impact
upon others?
It is safe to say you are not
always aware of the results
or unintended consequences
of what you do beyond how
it affects you?
If so, you are not alone in the
thought. So few of us will
even consider others in our
day-to-day interactions. We
do what we do to simply get
through all the bullshit and
bafflegab we continually (or
constantly) hear.
It is noise, that’s all it is, a
disruption to your self and to
your intentions to fare better
than you have. Sadly.
We all want to get beyond
the clutter infringing upon
our space and time. Physically,
emotionally, and spiritually
we need room to breathe and
to see where we are going.
All of us are involved, even if
we are not thinking that way.
How aware are you?
12/15/2020 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.