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: July 2021
The pain continues.
07/04/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on July 3, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Midnight arrives. No moon, new moon, clouds buffer the sky,
shifting moods, stars align. Where did the day go? Time stands still
without the presence of people, and a sense of substance.
Questions now. We carry into consciousness a dog-eared confusion
never hoped for. The longer it goes, the less you know. You want
little more to ignore the impendent humidity of a Van Gogh night.
Young hearts will find a way
old souls still remain,
but where would you go
if you knew the difference?
Deep breath. Full stop, amidst the barren dreams, night tremors, and
flashbacks casting dispersions on emotions and moments of repose.
Unsteadied in the innocence, unmoved by a prophecy unknown.
Reach out. All, which you see, cannot always be felt. Confronted by
constraints of an ever-changing sky, a complete spectrum of wonder.
All told, there are less reasons to know than less reasons to be.
Young heart will find its way
old soul knows the pain,
now would you go there
if you knew the difference?
© 2016 j.g. lewis
Posted on July 2, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Another shooting.
Overnight.
It happens often around here.
This time, one person
pronounced dead at the scene,
two others were luckier.
The full story is not clear, but
never is it pretty.
Gun violence:
blood and statistics.
Someone was killed last night
in this city.
07/02/2021 j.g.l.
