How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
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.
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.
For no other reason than I thought I should, or mainly for the reason that I actually could, I sat with my sketchbook in a park in downtown Toronto on Friday afternoon.
It was that sort of day: mid-January with the temperature well above freezing. No snow and no rain, no need for gloves, and a little sunshine for a change in these continually grey days.
It was a beautiful day, so why shouldn’t I be out sketching non-judgmental art for only the reason of creativity. You should always allow yourself to be inspired by art, or even the thought of creating art..
With CODID-19, we are into a lockdown in Toronto (a state of emergency actually) with a ‘stay at home’ order. You are only supposed to go out for essentials or exercise. I felt this fit into both categories.
Isn’t art essential to your well-being?
Shouldn’t we all take the time to exercise the soul?
For me, it was a break from the reality we’ve all been living with. For a while I lost track of time. It didn’t feel like winter, but it certainly felt right.
I realized I should do it more often.
Pandemic be damned, I will.
01/18/2021 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.