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.
Last week, I couldn’t help but notice a bin full of traditional candy canes at the bulk food store. The next day my morning coffee was presented to me in a seasonal cup.
The signs of the season are increasing daily.
I’ve not yet noticed the Christmas-themed muzak (or otherwise) filling the retail environment, but then I have not recently ventured into the malls. My consumerism, lately, has been limited to only what is required.
I suppose I have enough.
I don’t pay attention to the increased advertising by all the stores on television or online. I know it is the nature of business (and the all-important fourth quarter financial results), but it is difficult to comprehend all the happiness and goodwill the merchants are trying to promote for profit’s sake.
The constant barrage of lowest-price advertising and must-have items overshadows the message of peace on earth.
The excitement and importance of gift-giving — expressing gratitude and appreciation to your loved ones — seems lost in a ruptured economy where most of us have less to spend. Some of us have enough. Others have nothing.
This is the debt we are all paying and the ultimate confusion of the holiday season.
Happiness must be found in our humanity, not purchased on credit and paid for later.
11/06/2023 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.