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: April 2022
I see the differences, but
try not to let the differences
disrupt what I see.
There need not be
conflictions or contradictions
if we truly look past
all our flaws and frailties
and see what we can be.
Together. Female or male,
we are all human,
despite our differences.
04/21/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on April 20, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Bus shelter park bench
city streets
Clothing strewn across pavement
like a secret
or sins
in this weather
March not yet forgotten
the lion does not rest
neither do society’s sacrificial lambs
the unhoused or the addicted
An existence
harder than concrete
we walk on We walk by
seeing only what is left behind
more comments than questions
Blood on the sidewalk
like the clothing we do not know
whom it belongs to
Another secret
another question
No comments
Some sinners don’t get saved
Some sins are unaccounted for
04/19/2022 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
find it where you can
Posted on April 19, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Because we never know
how much weight
we can hold, how we timid
can be bold, how much love
we are capable of knowing,
or how far, intellectually,
we are actually growing.
We can never know how
much longer winter will take;
nor should we be expected to,
for heaven’s sake.
While we would imagine
our capabilities are
more promising than
we would guess, a greater
number of times we
are asked to expect less.
04/19/2022 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
for all the right reasons
