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
it’s not
the same old thing
07/16/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on July 15, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
July is halfway done.
Summer is what it is, but
not what it should be.
How long has it been?
We won’t all admit we
share the same pain. We
don’t really know what
anyone else feels, or how
everyone deals with this,
this, now. Is it normal?
Does it even come close?
Even as life is opening up
we don’t all know how to
behave like we used to.
Where do we go from here?
When will we realize how
far we have come?
07/15/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on July 14, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Time-treasured romanticism
of a soft summer rain;
stories told
again and again.
Gentle pitter-patter
against window glass
like a teenaged lover. An invitation
to step outside
when no one knows
where will we go.
Through the city, we walk on water
across the cement. Mind the puddles.
Soaked to the skin,
our spirits not dampened.
Rain breaks the heat and
maybe even the humidity.
Whether it has,
weather it is,
for a time we forget where we are.
We remember
decades later.
On a night like this
with a rain like that.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
