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.
Commencement of an idea: a blank canvas.
What you think and what you believe, at times, are on non-collinear planes.
Separate thoughts.
The concept is not clear, but there is a distinct vision. Time is required to sort out the polarities.
I know I need colour, right now, to breakout of the homogeneous pattern of darkness I have settled into; a forced change might best state the obvious.
An interruption at least, a new perspective at best. Figurative or metaphorical, abstract thought equals diversion.
Random colours introduced, aware of the concept, but more or less tentative. Time is required, further consideration, to see what will dominate because, proportions aside, each colour is equal.
The divergent nature of complimentary contrasts is not colorfast.
My mood or mindset, over time, will sort out what goes where. Spontaneity has its place but has yet to show itself.
It is a process as much as it is progress.
No concern yet with accomplishment because, some days, simply picking up the paintbrush is as much an achievement as anything.
Thinking is believing.
07/31/2023 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.