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
On the other side of the
window, trees rustle, ripples
cross over the pool. I feel
each movement, short stroke
or long. All in remembrance
of a morning’s crisp dawn.
This planet revolves; gravity
holds us close. A clock’s
second hand sweeps through
our time. Together.
Simple breakfast: eggs,
toast and coffee.
I raise my cup, gently blow
across the brim, as your lips
whisper direct intentions.
Words connote action.
Imperative moments last
longer in a memory.
Water bubbles surround
four-minute eggs; all the time
it took for you to say goodbye.
© 2022 j.g. lewis
Posted on April 5, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
unfortunate emotion
rage reacts to fear
the fury will not stay silent
can we temper our tempers
try to maintain an even keel
attempts at understanding
allow a greater chance to heal
reclaim the balance needed
never act in anger
perspective alters beliefs
04/05/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on April 4, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Another season: it dawns on you
each spring. Early morning
thoughts are bewildering.
Each morning you wake, as you
have done so many times before.
A cumulative lifetime of
waking up once more. Mornings,
some anyway, you spring up from
your cozy bed, refreshed, anxious
to encounter plans you have made
for the day ahead.
Majority of days it is off to work;
‘got to make a living’, many times
it has been said, but what will you
make of this day? Of yourself?
What can be constructed from a
momentary lapse of reason, the
dreams ignored, pursuits or plans
forgotten in the morning haze?
What will you accomplish in this
one of many days? What can you
get done once you get going?
04/04/2022 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
