How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
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.
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.
I have a new notebook, journal, day planner, and handful of new pencils at the ready to capture thoughts, reminders, prose and poetry in the days ahead.
What a wonderful way to begin the year: a clean slate.
Certainly, over the coming weeks and months, the pages will become dog-eared and damaged, sullied by reckless thoughts (obscene or otherwise), inconsequential concerns, and temperamental flashes of brilliance only I might understand or acknowledge, but what ends up on the page is only limited by a will and capacity to fill it up.
I will account for my time, scribble down appointments or messages, write out words (or a series thereof) that describe feelings, emotions and events as I, essentially, keep track of life.
I’m rarely at a loss for words. It is important to know there is always space for whatever I choose to record and create in the moment, as the moment arrives. Important as it is to have words and thoughts, it is crucial to have a place to leave them.
Write on.
01/02/2023 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.