A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
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.
There is a crisis in this city, and in most.
Daily, weekly, monthly the stories and statistics are there.
Reality: if it changes, it is not for the better.
How have we become conditioned to the human condition? How can we make our lives (plural) better?
We all need to do something.
Charity begins with empathy.
Open your mind, your hearts, and open your wallets (if you are able).
Do what you can do.
This story appeared in a community newspaper that was sitting in the coffee shop this morning. The pages were almost a month old, but the conditions described in the article haven’t changed positively over the past 29 days.
Is there anything you can do in your community to better the lives (plural) of us all?
Is there a cause or charity you can support? Today would be a good day to contribute time or money (if you can).
We are reaching the end of a bleak year – and things are forecast to get even worse in the next – and the deadline for any tax deductible receipts for 2022 is looming. Is there something you can do?
12/29/2022 j.g.l.
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.