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: September 2023
we see only
what we expect
when obstacles
prohibit us
from seeing what
we wish to see
our vision
only allows us
so much
still
we want
to look further
conceivably for
what we expect
might be there
09/05/2023 j.g.l.
Posted on September 4, 2023 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Memories are more
than history. Year to year,
the more we try to create
the less we seem to recall.
The why or the
who, then, and when did
it cease to register?
Short-term memory, long
term lapse of accountability,
the consequence or
the significance of it all
only makes sense when
you want it to.
09/04/2023 j.g.l.
Posted on September 3, 2023 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
What happens when
your silence becomes
your serenity?
09/03/2023 j.g.l.
