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: January 2021
Don’t just look,
pay attention.
What do you see?
01/31/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on January 30, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
A small space in
this magnificent sky, a
larger reason to question
why. Each rotation, every
phase, a penetrating
influence upon our days.
Full. Complete range of
motion, maximum emotion.
With whom will you share
this intense devotion?
The Moon speaks when
the moment is right,
find your way to
talk back to the night.
j.g.l.
Posted on January 29, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
It’s not what was said
that continues to echo.
How can you not hear
all you try to ignore?
You know less
than you did, more than
you had to. More than
you care, but you do.
It’s the secrets that hurt.
Dishonesty devolves, day
by day by day, month
into month, and still
no answers. Left out and
longing to hear the truth,
not the unsaid; unheeded,
unnoticed by few. Yet,
you know. For now.
01/29/2021 j.g.l.
