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: October 2022
It has been, or remains to be, a season of waiting.
Deep frost has only arrived and only enough to remind us what is to come.
November is tomorrow.
For weeks now the leaves on the trees have ever so slowly been shifting from green to yellow, occasionally reddish-orange (with a hint or brown), but for the most part the canopy of colour remains overhead in the park I choose to wander through daily.
Yes, I have noticed the scattered leaves on the pavement – as I do each autumn – but this year it seems I keep waiting for that change.
We need the seasons to remind us what is to come and what was there, or where we were. Each period of the year is incremental.
If our life is not measured by days, it is marked by the seasons.
It becomes personal.
I feel, this year, like I am not undergoing any sort of obvious transformation.
It is not for lack of trying.
It is not that I am unmotivated.
It is, perhaps, that I need to feel where I am before stepping forward.
It is not progress but it is required to mark my place and hold it, just a little while longer.
Maybe I am not ready for change?
10/21/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on October 30, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Write because you have to.
Write on.
10/30/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on October 29, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Is this yours
this memory
a shard of remorse
a paper moon forgotten of course
lessons learned
Wound beneath the skin
pain requires a destination
spirit within
without a body outside of time
common sense disabled
wisdom left behind
What else do you need?
© 2020 j.g. lewis
