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.
Everything is not as it seems
lines align
horizontally
v
e
r
t
i
c
a
l
l
y a grid is formed
parallel lines mark our lifetime
yet the obvious is not apparent
focus on the dot
centre of screen
look closely at all
that you perceive
we cannot always see straight ahead
and hindsight seldom serves a purpose
distortions or distractions
breaks in the lines clarity
acuity
your central vision is not
the same on the periphery
at a distance do you readily
recognize common forms
you will not see things like me
you will not see the same
through
each eye or
each other
open or shut
are all the lines complete enough
even in the black and white
there are many areas of grey
not all lines remain
clear and straight
lines converge
edges distort
like life
we rarely see
the complete picture
© 2023 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.