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: February 2021
The more you think
you know, the less
you seem to learn.
The further that you go,
less often will you turn.
The miles ahead are
shorter than all that
you’ve been through.
How much longer will
this go on?
It is mostly up to you.
02/25/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on February 24, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
The spontaneity of life’s
humanity deftly narrated
printed in his own words.
We can read not what was there
but what he saw.
Unlike those who came before.
Now another dead poet
amongst the others we know
those who breathe substance
onto the page
into the world
so generously documented for us.
He was an American
who travelled
‘dwelt in a hundred cities
where trees were books’
who wrote of the country he knew.
Its people occupied
streets beyond the periphery
of his soul.
Perception personified.
An autobiography,
he gave to us a focus
so we could feel
an America
more sharply delineated
than a history book
or with more colour than
the six o’clock news.
A parade ended Monday
but the beat lives on.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
“I see another war is coming
But I won’t be there to fight it.
I have read the writing
on the outhouse wall.
I helped Kilroy write it.”
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
1919 – 2021
Rest in peace
Posted on February 23, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Trust yourself
02/23/2021 j.g.l.
